Hey everyone. Eric here. I thought I would let you all know that I have finally branched out and written something else besides a personal blog post, educational piece, or comical satire on something. Yes, I have delved deep inside the recesses of my mind to find that I actually really enjoy writing short stories.
To find my short story, you can’t actually get it here. You have to jump over to How We Lost the Moon, a website that I am one of the authors for. I help write pieces that catch my attention and I enjoy writing about. Besides my short story, I have written three parts of a so far eight part series called, DeWitt’s Last Hebdomad. It’s really fun and I am honoured to have a spot on the team.
The wind outside is blowing, but in a special way. It ebb’s and flows like an ocean breathing. As I sit in my chair, listening to a music playlist I designed for writing, I can’t help but stop moving my fingers and listen to the wind-dance happening right outside. If I were tired, it would lull me to sleep. I could easily be transported to a beach-side house, reading my book to the sounds of the waves breaking over the sand. Continue reading →
This past 4th of July marked the 238th year since we as American citizens gained our independence from the British. In my lifetime, I will hopefully have seen the 250th anniversary and maybe even the 300th if I live to 89 years old! Countless struggles and trials have been overcome in those 238 years. Numerous victories won. Injustices done to people have been too many to count. What we are today is a manufacturing of the choices we have made along the way. The America that we see is a product, a project, but we are not a finished project. We are not a finished product. No. As the years go on, we change, shape, and decide what America will look like in the next 20 years, 50 years, or 100 years.
So the last time I wrote, I told you all how I felt about going home for the first time in a year and a half. And rather than tell you all how it went, I’ll just say it was GREAT! Some things just can’t be summed up in words, but I will hold the memories tight. What I will instead choose to direct my energy and writing towards is something that needs attention drawn to it. Welcome! To the blog post where I RAGE OUT towards an inferior airline and poor excuse of customer service. Sorry United Airlines, but you get my hatred tonight. Continue reading →
Chicago beckons me back with the lake on her right, and the giants on her left. She’s my kind of town and my kind of home. Chicago, I’m coming.
I’m going home tomorrow for the first time in over a year and a half. Until now, the longest I had been away from home was five months. I feel that I have been doing well in New Zealand. I am always asked one of three questions when people here find out I’m American, and sometimes I get all three.
So what brought you to NEW ZEALAND of all places?!? (Said exactly how you think it’s said.)
Wasn’t there any work in Chicago?
So you have any family here? You moved here on your own?!? Why?!
Those are all fun questions to answer, and I never tire from answering them…