I may as well admit it: I am alive.
More than that, I am, by many measures, well. My family and I are busily engaged in settling into a house that will — barring any change of plans — be our home for the next two years. I am cycling a not-inconsiderable distance to school and back each weekday, and now that the bathroom scale has been unpacked I see that for the first time in what seems a very long time, I may soon get myself under two bills: a nice psychological boost whenever that happens.
I am a full-time student again this year, and now I can insert the word “graduate” into that statement. No equivocation this time around: I am in grad school, fo’ realsies. This is actually quite exciting, as life journey stages go, and I love being in class with students who are all, in one way or another, headed in roughly the same direction I am, or at least toward the same degree. It is, admittedly, a bit confusing entering into an entirely new discipline where even the citation rules are different, but I am feeling up to the challenge. Even the grammatical details of Latin are coming back quickly and easily so far, although it is early days yet, and linguistics is an area I am uncharacteristically reluctant to get cocksure regarding.
And writing? Surprisingly little in the way of organized prose will be demanded of me in my courses, at least so far (there is a seminar paper of forty-odd pages to be written by February 2011, but I shall start on that anon, probably not until early in the new year), so I am eager to get back to my own prosifying in what I will happily pretend is my spare time. First on my docket: the concluding seventeen stories in my summer 90in90 short fiction marathon. The planned break has been a bit longer than I had hoped, but it takes some doing to move a family of four into a home filled with other people’s things, so I think I can be forgiven. At least, I am going to forgive myself, and not lose much sleep over whether you forgive me or not.
So look for the stories to start rolling off the assembly line again for a couple weeks, and then… And then? I will have words for you betimes, I assure you.
Actually, you have likely already met McC in some form or another. He has been working out his kinks over at the now-defunct Stuck In My Head for some time now, reviewing books on Goodreads, posting short bits of writing on Scribd, spreading his name around the Internet, and generally getting a feel for how best to carry the TFE legacy forward.
And don’t worry: there is a lot of Beaner still in McC; it has just been tempered and (hopefully) improved by maturity and experience (not always the same thing). So while it is no longer “sass, sass, and more sass” around here, we certainly have our wits about us, and a glib pen in our hand. But we are also looking deeply (albeit also slowly) into questions and conundrums that Beaner would only have blustered around and thrown adjectives at. I won’t presume to make any promises about how successful these attempts at unpretentious thoughtfulness will be, but I can almost guarantee that they will be attempted. (Anything beyond that will still be pure gravy.)
So, welcome McCutcheon. And welcome back, Dear Readers, the The Floating Egg. Believe it or not, it still floats, the chickens are still watching you, and it’s still a bad idea to stick beans up your noses.
It is so exciting to see that beloved name at the top of the page once again.
Here’s an ersatz epiphany if ever there was one: I haven’t been writing much for quite a while. Story of my life…
I have made so many of these re-starts after long droughts over the years that I feel that I have pretty well explored the available range of tone for such communiques. Since none of these approaches has ever prevented my subsequent relapse into unceremonious silence, I think that this time I am going to dispense with the navel gazing, the self-recrimination, the blithe platitudes, and the pluckily-optimistic plans for the next fourteen thousand words coming down the pipe. This time, just for a change if for no other reason, I am just going to pick up my pen and start writing again.
Another new year has rolled around, and as usual it has not found me any stronger, smarter, braver, more reliable, more diligent, more specialer, or otherwise improved in any reportable or perceptible manner. I will turn thirty (30) this year, which seems like it should be significant, though I am still unclear why. I am trying to avoid forcing any significance upon this occasion, hoping that whatever actual significance there may be will just reveal itself at the appropriate time. I will keep you posted on any developments on that front.
I feel that this needs must be a year in which a great many thing happen. That’s about as specific as I care to be at this point, but 2008, from this end, looks to be a fiery crucible of change, and whether I come out at the far end a much better man or a broken one is largely up to me and the choices I choose to make, the energy I put into these choices, and how hard I am willing and able to work at making things happen. (Wow! Another epiphany! I threw that one in for free, just because I’m such a swell guy.) I know that I am tired of not feeling proud to be myself, so the remedy has long seemed to me pretty obvious: I need to become someone I can be proud to be. Huh. Wish me luck on that.
Well, here I am again.
I have been ragging on the idea of blogs for the past couple of days, but that hasn’t taken the edge off my own desire for a viable forum for my own idle thoughts. The print version of The Floating Egg is not dead, but it is certainly in torpor right now, for a wide variety of reasons. So the alternative has long been apparent: an electronic version, which not only can be more lively and immediate, but also more flexible, free of many of the time constraints that forever defeat me, and reaching a wider audience than I have done in the past. And now I take the first steps to making this a reality.
This will be a multi-stage effort. This is a big first step, and we will see how successful even this small effort is for me as a writer. If I find I can really do this, then we will grow more ambitious. In the near future I hope to see this blog move to be an integral part of my new website, but I am happy to be blogging with Blogger right now.
So check back, spread the word, and I hope that there will much of both sass and substance to be found at this address before too very much longer…