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Let's Call it a Day |
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Friends, I'm going to shut Northography down at the end of the month. You'll still be able to access work in the archives, but the interactive part, the stimulus and response, and the comments, will all be deactivated. I'm going to take a break from the project, probably through the end of the year.
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Why? Two reasons. Number one, because my employment as a technical analyst for a major cell phone provider will be very demanding for the next eight months. I am on the third payroll in the last two years, working in the same location, preparing to convert the tools and methods of commerce to yet another way of doing business. The last time this happened, my health suffered greatly, but I kept the website and readings going. I know better this time! Reason Two: In my spare time, I have been trying to write and assemble poems, memoirs and fiction for publication, unsuccessfully. I'm sure all of you would agree this is more than a dalliance or entertaining sideline, like throwing darts at the local tavern. I would like to dedicate more time to the art, my art. There are limits to what I can do in a day. There has to be at least a modicum of balance. I haven't seen anything like that for the past three years, or maybe the last 20 years. It's time for some coarse adjustment, followed by some fine tuning. Starting now.
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| There will be no attempt to find another driver. I have the keys. It's my car and I'm going to put in the shed for a while. I don't want to see it or know that it's out on the road. I would hope that all of you would continue to connect with each other, and perhaps come up with some of your own fresh, new initiatives. For instance, there is potential in the salon environment. There are writers groups and workshops. There is your own work, which is what this is really about. That's what I'm going to concentrate on. I'll still be available via phone and email, and I'll still live in lower North Mankato. I wish I could tell you that I'm going to go live in a cabin near Grand Marais, but the truth is that I will probably not have the opportunity to take more than a day or two off until next year. I hope to have something to show for it by then at a minimum; I'll be well grounded in my job, which is a good one. We'll see what happens. |
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| A couple of friends have suggested that I should have been an English teacher. They may have been joking, but there are times when I've thought it would be something I would enjoy. And, if I could handle it, there would be security similar to what I had in the military. It's doubtful, though, that I would have lived the life I lived. I might not have come to know the diversity of people, their cultures and economic predicaments like I do now. To see the world through so many different eyes -- uneducated, brilliant, wealthy, destitute, obnoxious, sexy. Or maybe I'm wrong about that. At any rate, I have enjoyed knowing all of you -- teachers, students, mothers, fathers, workers, leaders, artists. Stay in touch, and forgive me if you feel I'm letting you down -- especially some of the newer members. We can start it up again next year, and maybe it will be better.
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| Charles Brittain Fleming, April 2, 2009 |
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