I’m leaving I’m Gonna

I have lived in the place between wanting to do things and actually doing them for a very long time. This place was called “I’m Gonna” I not only live here, I am the Mayor. I rule with complacent authority. The townsfolk of I’m Gonna gather round year after year to hear me announce the novel I am gonna write, the skateboard I am gonna buy, the languages I am gonna learn. I told them specifically German because I am terrible at romance languages. I explain at length I think it’s due to all the conjugations. At first, the people listened with genuine interest, adoration and support. However, seasons have passed and they yearn for output of any kind. Their expectations have become such that anything I attempt becomes a cause for great celebration. I said once, I’ll be right back, and because I came right back the people wept with joy. They crowdfunded to build a skate park and formed a book club in hope my words would make it to paper. But nothing came. Ever. They eventually burned down the skatepark for wood to keep warm in the long winters with nothing to read. The time has come for me to leave the people of I’m Gonna in their anticipatory loneliness.

The dark vulnerable place of action is not as scary as living in I’m Gonna. So I am writing a book, bought that skateboard, and oh yeah…

Danke fürs lesen.