I HAVE MADE a terrible mistake.
I grew up reading a lot of fantasy literature, in which a naive and unwitting hero, often raised on a farm, is spirited off on unforeseen adventure. I remembering dreaming about taking a running leap and flying off from the paddocks around our house and into strange lands. As soon as I crossed the tree-line I’d be in another country, populated by people who spoke a foreign tongue. I thought that adventure would find me when I finished school. Bilbo and Frodo had their wizard. Garion had Belgarath. Rand al’Thor had his dark rider. I’ve been waiting.
I was wrong.
I finished my degrees, I wandered from place to place, and waited and nothing happened. Now the world is ending, and there’s a lot I’ve done, but also so much still to do that I haven’t done. Gandalf isn’t coming. It’s time to stop fucking around. We have 176 days left. It’s time to punch everyone you hate in the face and buy books for everyone you like. It’s time to stop waiting. It’s time to get behind the wheel of this existential vehicle and get shit done. Anything in the way gets run over.
So. Here is my list again. Record an EP. That is an ongoing project that I will start posting more about. Become more competent in French, and also in Spanish. I’m going to post about this project within the next few days. See Angel Falls in Venezuela; spend some time in Paris; tell everyone I hate/love them; start writing the book I’ve been planning to write; get published again. These are the goals.
And ride a motorcycle through South America.
PROJECT APOCALYPSE: GO.