In an Airport, Seeking Clarity

I’m eating a breakfast sandwich in a chain restaurant watching airplanes take off into a stretched, blue sky. I’m flying to Springfield, Missouri to meet with a few people and talk about some potential book projects. I don’t know if anything will come of it, but it’s another day I get to write for a living, another day I get to talk to people about stories, so it’s a good day.

Maile and Lucy returned last night from New York City where they spent the weekend walking around the city, shopping, and eating good food. I was sad to leave them so soon after they got home, but such is life. And it’s just for a few days.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the future of my writing. I feel a change of direction coming. A focusing. And perhaps a letting go of some things about writing that I really enjoy so that I can go even further in the areas that I love. I’m not sure. I’m waiting for clarity.

I think this trip to Springfield has come at a good time for me. A few quiet flights to think about where I’m at and where I’d like to be. A few quiet days with my uncle and aunt. Silence and solitude and space so often lead me to clarity.

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Release week for How to Use a Runaway Truck Ramp continues. Here are some of the places you can find out more about the book today:

Amy Weldon (excerpt and review)
Beautiful Collision (excerpt and review)
Deucology (review)
Naal (with links to a video interview with me about the book, plus a chance to win a free copy)

(If you’ve posted a review of my book and I haven’t listed you yet, let me know.)

You can buy our newest book HERE.

6 Replies to “In an Airport, Seeking Clarity”

  1. I love traveling solo for the thinking time it provides. It’s like the journey is the mental destination. Of course, it helps if your own children aren’t asking for snacks and bathroom breaks every few minutes…

    Enjoy the crossroads!

    1. Thanks, Leanne. I know what you mean. For the last few days, while Maile was away, I think I heard the words “I’m hungry” about 300,000 times.

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