|The last time I held her in my arms.|
After much thought and reflection I've come to terms that I am not a blogger, at least not a traditional one. Many of you have come to that conclusion long ago and have moved on to greener pastures, or just stopped checking for updates all-together. I don’t blame you one bit. A traditional blogger… well… blogs every day, or at the very least, once a week. My last post was on MONDAY, OCTOBER 13, 2014.
The last 2 years of my life have been filled with a number of major life changes, some very high moments; getting engaged, buying a new house, finding out I was going to be a grandfather - and some very low moments; being dumped by my fiancé, having to sell my home, losing an aunt that was very special to me (which inspired me to write Stella that was published in Soul of the Universe), and losing my first grandchild to adoption. These are all things bloggers thrive on, sharing the highs and lows so that their fans and follows can share in their journey, and for the most part, I've failed to do that, and for that I am truly sorry. That is because I am not a blogger, I am a writer.
Despite my lack of posts, and as the title of my blog suggests, behind the scenes I have not been idle. I've completed nearly 33,000 words on my novel. I've mapped out and outlined all of the chapters, including the rest of the trilogy that is to follow. I've written a short story that was published in a book called, In Creeps the Night. I've written a short story for the Writer’s Digest writing competition. I've written several poems for various friends and loved ones, and have done a tremendous amount of research in preparation of finishing my novel. Once again, I have failed to share all of these accomplishments with you because, I’m not a blogger. I’m a writer.
Since May 14th of 2014, my life has been filled with nothing but amazing memories and life experiences, including 3 major life events, all of which have been the highest of highs. On May 14th, my granddaughter Marilyn was born. She is just the joy of my life. I cannot get enough Papa time with that little girl. I love her so.
|Marilyn - taken a day after she was born.|
|Marilyn with her Papa.|
On July 7th, I closed on my new house. Between selling my other house and buying a new one I was homeless for a few weeks. Luckily my good friends Kennon and Jolene graciously took me in until my new place was ready. I love my new house for a number of reasons, but mostly because it just feels like home.
|Reba really loves running around in the backyard.|
And finally, on January 21st, 2015, I met the love of my life for the very first time. Kim, (better known as Kianwi, and now as Kinley Dane in the blogging world), did a fantastic job documenting how we met and how we came to be a couple (So This Is Love), so I won’t rehash it here, but suffice it to say, since my last post on Oct. 13th, between emails, phone calls, texting, and Skyping, she has dominated all of my free time, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
|Natural Bridge Caverns, San Antonio, TX|
|The River Walk, San Antonio, TX|
|Texas Stars Game, Cedar Park, TX|
Again, as a blogger, I could have and should have shared all of these amazing moments of my life with you all, but I didn't. I didn't because… let’s say it together… I’m not a blogger. I’m a writer. Having come to that conclusion, I've decided in the coming months to revamp my webpage to be less of a blog and more of a platform to share my writing with my fans, and document the progress of my novel, which is really what I intended on doing when I started this journey 5 years ago. That’s not to say this will be my last post. In addition to keeping all of you updated on my novel, I will be sharing any interesting research I come across along the way.
In 20 days I will see Kim again. In 20 days I will start sharing my life with this amazing woman. In 20 days my heart will be complete and I can get back to doing what I love to do most, and that is writing. Since we have established that I am a writer and not a blogger, I leave you now with a bit of writing; the true inspiration behind this post.
I've walked down
That dusty road alone;
But not anymore.
I have Her.
My heart has been
Trampled and torn;
Won’t happen again.
I have Her.
The dark days
Have been many
Sunny days ahead.
I have Her.
Years march on
The end grows near;
I’m not afraid.
I have Her.
Michael A. Walker
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