Monday, December 15, 2008

Gainesville V: Waiting, writing . . .

All goes well in the land of the gator.

I am writing away and wasting away as well unfortunately. Things are progressing nicely with my book efforts but my body is bloating and decaying, I long for the road. I want to get back out there but the best thing and the most logical thing really is for me to catch up on this writing and try to do something with it while I am on the road.

Meanwhile, the realistic expectation of the end of this venture is coming into sight, 4 or 5 months from now, but whatever. I find myself thinking a lot about what I'll be doing afterwards. Long story short, I don't know yet. I have a lot of traveling I'd like/need to do and a whole lot more ideas, but I'd like to keep working on the non-profit. I got a nice email, and those always revitalize me a bit. Still, a lot depends on if I can get published and how well it goes with the end of the walk.

If I can't get a book sold then I will very likely end up teaching English in South Korea to get out of debt, if not that . . . ? The world is my oyster. In my wildest dreams I see having a home and a relationship, a base to come home to between my adventures and a partner to join me on them. More realistically, I'll try to ready another outing while sponging life away on various friends couches. I suppose that has it's charm too.

Things aren't too interesting here, but I'll see how the future looks.

The past on the other hand is pretty easy to see. I 'googled' myself and there is a whole lotta info out there on me. Even some of the things that might not seem to be about me are, but I'll let you guess about that. The other Skip Potts that comes up a lot is a strange story. I don't know him personally or otherwise, but he comes from a tiny town in Texas called BurkBurnett. This is notable because that is where my father grew up, it's a town where everyone has the same first three digits to their phone numbers and the place where 'the last picture show' was filmed.

The last time I was there was for my Grandfather's funeral. His name was Lloyd Lee Potts, I am actually Lloyd Lee Potts III legally. While we were there we picked up a prescription at the local drug store. There was another Skip Potts and his father was also Lee Potts, it took a while to get the right medicine. I never met him, in fact I have never met another Skip, but knoing that he is out there is just one of the many coincidences around in this world. That is to say, the world is pretty damned small, go poke around in it a bit.

1 comment:

Kneece said...

love it! as far as i know, there are no other kneece camps in this world. :)