The pace of life in retirement is exhilarating as noted before. I am blessed with my wife Vikki, who finds a myriad of activities and chores for me, much to her delight. I happily comply between the
few commitments I have. Bike riding with friends along the Douro River and oceanfront my main hobby. My book and impending publish date hover in the background like a tame wolf, growling for a commitment from me.
I refuse to give into the training of my work life and slave away, life is much too short and fun. There is a balance between finishing my project and polishing the golden years. Never in my career have I worked on a creative project for over two years. I think three or four months has been the longest. Yet this has been daunting, exhilarating, almost a quest to see if I could still challenge myself in unknown areas. Much like the characters in my novel, but my life is not on the line, and the future of my homeland!
Optimism is a fragile structure to maintain. Much like a soap bubble, it can’t meet sharp realities. The book I nurtured with my wife and a few close friends. It is now crouching near me as a wolf, no longer fragile, but ready to be released to the world. That precious bubble of hope and creativity that I naively maintained while learning how to write an eighty-thousand-word novel must take on a life of its own. The bubble is now ready to face a world of clicks, critics, and hopefully fans. My grandson’s birthday is April fourth. The day I release the wolf.
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