Roots

So.

I like Alabama so far. At the moment we’re nestled in Forestdale, which operates kind of like East Point, GA – it’s not IN Birmingham but it’s kinda considered Birmingham. It’s quiet as hell here. Quiet enough to make me nervous, fill me with dread at night, but absolutely enthrall me.

I’ve not met any neighbors and I don’t plan on it. Well, maybe eventually so I know when things aren’t quite right outside, but for now I’m good.

I don’t think I’ve met one unpleasant person here. There’s an air that comes about when someone WANTS to be unpleasant, yes, but it’s an underlying thing. I’ve never been one to care too much about indirect hostility. If you can’t spill your venom like a normal person then I guess it’s a personal problem. I actually really like the feel of people being too polite to burden you with their animosity, though.

Driving, it’s like no man’s land. At least in Forestdale. And there’s this odd smell that I keep recognizing as gasoline but, eh, it’s everywhere. I smell it as long as I’m in Forestdale and then it just goes away.

So much possibility for that scorched Earth I’m always thinking about.

This is more of an update than anything. I purchased Scrivener and have been busy pulling my stories into it. My business is picking up in a very real way at the same time, of course, and I’m mapping out the life I want.

I’m thinking about setting some roots somewhere and then taking this young sir and traveling.

I’m steadying up.