FAST TIME IN THE SLOW LANE

Autumn chill at dawn in the low 40s is bearable in the tree house, with hot tea and a cozy parka. Some times I get lucky and spot wildlife foraging in Mystic Canyon as the sun rises.

Not this morning but the river rushing and the leaves turning is the perfect serenity I need to unscramble my thoughts. As of late I've been stressed over what direction I should go with my stories. Should I start something new that appeals to the masses and copy what everyone else is doing just so I can sell more books? Or should I stick to my original concept and travel the riskier trail of thorns?
I read your posts on FB and see that many of you struggle with similar issues with your own creative efforts in art, life philosophy or politics. Most of you tough it out to the bitter conclusion. That in of its self is a lesson in perseverance. It may not always end in riches and glory... Who we kidding? It virtually never ends that way? But when you think about it, win or loose it's the race against overwhelming opposition that makes any story worth reading. So it is with the struggles of life; a path paved with clover often leads to a slaughterhouse.
Or, if you're cute and adorable you land on a silky pillow but you're still some rich cat's bitch.
Don't get me wrong, if you're cute and adorable make the most of it. The rest of us will still tune into your pretend reality show and buy your produced for the masses designer gear. Cause rich cats still gotta buy premium for their limos ya know.
Here's a thought, what if life were like that Cars movie? I know a lot of people would love to be the Farrier, a Porsche or a Lamborghini. The road in life we travel has many detours and sometimes those side roads get real bumpy. I'm not so sure a sleek convertible three inches off the ground would survive some of the places I've been. Sooner or later most of us end up back on the free way and traffic is intense. How we choose to get down that free way is different for each but most go with the flow and are satisfied with nice regular acceptable vehicles.
As for my own quandary, well I've never been cute or adorable, and I never blended well with mainstream traffic. Maybe that's why I'm sitting in a tree house in a hidden canyon watching for mountain lions.
I don't know why I keep having this conversation with myself. The result is always the same. “To hell with trying to be like every other car on the road.” I'm not a sporty gas saving solar powered hybrid.
I did see a rig the other day that pretty much personifies what kind of vehicle I'd be in the movie.

So I'm going to battle it out my way, right to the bloody end and if my guts get splattered all over the high way, well that's just how the big rig rolls. Thanks for letting me rant and now I must buckle down and finish the work I've started, I hope you stay with me. Now move that Mercedes out of the slow lane I'm coming through.