Announcement: Why You’ll Be Hearing Less from Me
Today I’m delighted to announce my semi-retirement from writing. It’s been more than 30 years I’ve been doing this professionally, 20 years since my first book. Now it’s time to do something else.
For the people who care about my work, don’t worry. Writing will continue. These essay Thoughts will continue (probably) to be published sporadically. Poetry, too, in various journals and anthologies. And maybe another book or two. (I’ve got one finished and another one in process; those will likely be the last ones).
But for the foreseeable future, my focus — and interest and passion — is on making art. Specifically, the house I live in.
Over the last two years, the entire exterior was transformed from drab white with navy trim to vibrant pink with purple trim. In 2018 we also repainted the entire interior, making every room a different cheerful color. The process was fun; the results delightful. So it occurred to me: Why not extend the whole deal to the rest of the property?
On New Year’s Day, I began painting a mural on my driveway. After four weeks, it’s about half done, consisting of dozens of individual panels created with the help of some artist friends and a crew of neighborhood children. Eventually, there won’t be an inch of industrial concrete left. It will all be art.
Same thing with the cellar stairs. They were painted in the Pollock drip-style.
And the side of the neighbor’s garage, which frames the back corner of our property. With his permission, that’s been painted, too. Now it’s a trompe l’oeil flowering vine.
Consider this all the beginning. Soon, the side of the garden shed — and the wood planter boxes and garden fence poles and maybe even certain areas of the walls of our house — will get the creativity treatment. (Don’t tell the wife).
I spend about 8 hours a day outside, in the sun, on my hands and knees or in various yoga-like bending poses, flinging paint around like I’m a kid again. The days fly by. Joy is infinite. There’s nothing I’d rather be doing.
So that’s what I’m doing. Creating. Leaving the place a little nicer than I found it.
If anyone really, truly needs me to write something for them, I’ll be ready and willing. In the meantime, walking off into the sunset of a career has never been sweeter.