My Cosmic Shift

We’re all in the middle of some grandiose cosmic shift. It seems like everyone around me is moving on to bigger and better things. Yet, here I am, with one more year left in Smallbz if I’m lucky. 

To be clear, I actually like living in Albany. But I also haven’t had much of an opportunity to travel since living here, other than to NYC (which doesn’t count because it’s two hours away). I like the idea of keeping a cheap home-base here, where I have many, many wonderful friends and traveling to larger cities when Albz really gets too boring (which it often does). 

I’m conflicted because on the one hand, I know that I’m destined to be a writer. But every time I want to write a short story or work on my novel, I am gripped with this overwhelming storm of anxiety. I’m not sure what to do with it. 

I expressed this to a man who gave me a tarot reading at Madame X in NYC a few weekends ago. He told me that I should look into writing screenplays. I pondered the reading for a while. When I stepped outside for a breath of air (since I no longer smoke cigarettes), I looked at an ivory building standing proudly underneath the setting sun. On it’s side, I saw the word “screenwriting”. 

Confusion set in. What about my novel? What about my short stories and poems? Then I thought, who cares? They are all stories and the medium through which people enjoy them does not matter. I am a storyteller and an artist. There are no limits for people like us.