No Retreat

The first weekend of a hectic season dawns

Somewhere in northwest Indiana, avoiding Chicagoland traffic, 2021 A.D.

I was gonna post the rest of “The Trolleys” today, but I’m still tinkering with it. I haven’t been in fiction writing mode as much as I’d like to be lately, which probably has something to do with the metric tonnage of physical media flowing into HQ and my desire to tackle all of it and get it under control.

I’m hoping to do a big desk clear-off after this next record show, and make another attempt at prioritizing a few daily hours of creative time amid the record tsunami. After dinner, maybe – commit to clocking out, dealing with the evening orders the next morning, moving any stacks of unlisted product out of my line of sight, and getting into some brain work.

I’ve been intending to release some stories in printed form for ages now, and my list of retro game ideas just keeps getting bigger, and there’s never going to be a time when I’m not doing other things, so I have no choice but to carve out the space to bring these projects to life, just like I make time to walk and cook and put away teetering stacks of CDs in the garage.

Sunday’s show is gonna be an interesting one. I’m traveling to Demotte, Indiana, a town of fewer than 4,000 people on the windblown edge of where northwest Indiana slowly becomes the crumbling husks of Merrillville, Gary, Hammond, and southeastern Chicagoland. It’s about a four-hour drive, so I’ll head out Saturday afternoon and get a hotel (fifteen miles out of town, at the nearest highway exit with a place to stay) and then do the show Sunday.