However, there is so much to happen about which I have no foresight. Ten years ago, I didn't see myself still living in my native Tennessee after moving back from southern Florida for a respite from job burnout. I also didn't see myself having two short story translations published, one of which in a World Fantasy Award-winning anthology. Squirrels were just another animal back then, before an in-joke between me and someone dear to me made them much more special. Back in July 2004, I was contemplating whether or not I wanted to try this relatively new thing called a blog; in 2014 I've been on Facebook for 6 years and Twitter for 4.
My hair is slowly turning silver, but thankfully it is as thick as it was when I was 30. Perhaps by the time I'm 50, I'll have found a place and career that is more rewarding to me. Maybe I'll translate a book and see if I can get it published. Maybe I'll establish a squirrel sanctuary. So many maybes. Perhaps the one constant will be that I will likely, as long as I have eyes to see and hands to move the pages, reading a story in some form or fashion. Hopefully, there will be people along for the ride.