Friday, July 01, 2005

Windsurfing influences make a brave attempt to sidetrack my writing career

Wow! It has been a long time since I've posted. It surprises me how easy it is to forget about keeping record of my busy life. I wonder why. Well, as usual, my entire life has changed. Windsurfing instruction takes some physical wear to both the head and the body. I had decided after careful consideration, to postpone the WGBH project until I have more focus. But the idea is still on the back burner. Collaboration is trickier than I thought. However, I need to continue my writing over the hefty physical work schedule. Conveniently, a friend of mine has decided to start a magazine based on African and Caribbean culture in the US. They need writers and I've suggested to write some articles at no cost under my secret Caribbean pen name. If she likes these articles and the magazine is successful, we work out a deal. If not, well, there's always windsurfing.

And while looking at, I stumbled upon a wonderful employment opportunity. a windsurfing instructor is needed at Vela Resorts, Baha California. A highly priced salary, lodging and a daily food stipend is provided with expected tips and options to give private lessons. So, I applied, and now they've narrowed down the applicants to 6 people including me. They have my resume, my crappy phone interview and now they want a picture of me windsurfing. I politely asked why, and they said that a majority of their applicants don't actually know how to windsurf. Now that I think of it, I would probably apply no matter what. Wait a second. You are probably thinking, 'What happened to the whole writing thing?' Well, I really feel that this pathway will lead to my writing venture. If I get this job, I can pay off school in two years, and then I can afford to live in a box under a bridge in LA. You can't blame me for choosing windsurfing over writing. My windsurfing season began with an amazing clinic that somehow I became the instructor for. And I won a $500 kiteboard in a raffle. That's $500 worth of windsurfing gear, that the local shop will trade in for me. I'm beginning to think that I am not skilled in any way, but rather the luckiest person alive. Let me leave you with a quote that describes my views very clearly.

"Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there was never such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away. To hell with that, shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass." -Ray Bradbury from Fahrenheit 451

Next week I find out if I'm spending the winter in Baha or not. I may also come across some writers at a local event in July, so stay tuned to find out which direction my crazy mind will spin. Cheers.