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Cognito is a strange place20 Aug 2008

I didn’t even know I was incognito until I passed the sign that said “Cognito Dead Ahead.” I suppose you’ve noticed that I’ve kind of taken a break from the internet. I’ve gone into the woods and found out that I still like it there. I like the smell of earth, the taste of water, the sounds of crickets and birds, the trundling of a spring-fed, freezing-cold stream, and cool air flowing down a tree-covered mountain side in the dog days of summer. And what am I doing out there in the hinterland, all alone and sweating? I’m soul searching, a lot of the time. Good news on that front, too: I found it. It was deep down in a shadowy place, but it was there, and I managed to coerce it back up into a more well-lit area for the time being. I’ve made some minor adjustments in my life, as always working towards nirvana, and though I keep getting closer, and each time I crest a hill or mountain to see how much closer I’ve come, I see that there’s still a whole valley, desert and frozen tundra to cross. Dragons to slay, foes to vanquish, etc. But I guess I’m always that one step closer, right?

If you’re wondering what adjustments I’ve made, well: I’ve cancelled my premium livejournal membership, even though I get almost as many comments there as here, I just got tired of it. I cancelled my Rivals.com membership, too, because I can get plenty of football news from the local writers. I signed up for a Geocaching.com account to replace those two, and consider it $30 a year well spent. As for writing…well. There hasn’t been much writing, honestly. The stories are still there, but they don’t really want to come out, and I’m tired of trying to force them. I suppose in one respect I consider it an accomplishment having been published at all, even if it was in a genre rag and on a couple of web sites. I’ve written a book or three, dammit, and though they may never be published, they’re there for me to show, and it’s an accomplishment just to have written one, I’m told. What’s the future for Matt Mitchell’s fiction? Who knows. The stories are still there, probably festering, but if they don’t want to come out that’s fine. I’ll let them sit for a while. I’ve done the hiatus thing before, and if I’m really really serious about it I know there’s really no chance of me ever being a professional writer.

As for the blog you’re reading, I have no intention of shutting it down. I feel like I still have something to say, and at least a few folks are sticking around to hear it, so…I may write a bit more sporadically than I have in the past, but I’ll still be here, talking as usual about marvels and wonders, the environment, space and the occasional outdoorsy piece. As for reading other blogs…well, I’ve kind of let that lapse, too. Sorry. I’m coming back now. I’m trimming the fat and sticking to the blogs I like most. Steve, Ken, and Matt…you made the cut along with a few others, and I’ll try to catch back up with what I’ve missed.

Don’t get me wrong, now, I’m really not glum. I recently discovered that it’s possible that I’ve been glum for a while, but my wife assures me I’ve made a full recovery and new Matt is fun again. And there are still things to be excited about: my project, of course, still is plodding along. It’s still in development, but some of the proofs I’ve seen and some of the original artwork we’ve acquired is top notch, really beautiful stuff. You’ll see it all soon enough: September 8th, be prepared to sign up for a new social networking site that’s going to change the way social networking is done. Trust me, it’s different. It’s new. And it’s my little baby, my little brainchild. I still wonder if it’ll take off, naturally, which I suppose is a source of some stress these days. Let’s just say it’s not free to build a professional, original site from the ground up. Nor cheap. But even if it doesn’t, we’ll still eat and live and survive.

This heart to heart has been brought to you by New Matt ™, hoping to make all your tomorrows brighter.

:-)

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5 Responses to “Cognito is a strange place”

  1. [...] Matt Mitchell ponders quitting fiction? (HANG IN THERE, MATT!) [...]

  2. Steve Buchheit 22 August 2008 at 11:39 am #

    Well thanks for keeping me in the list, Matt. Having been in the “hey, I’ve been down for years now, haven’t I” club, I hear where you’re coming from. Figuring that part out is almost as depressing/frustrating as being in it. You need to follow your bliss, hopefully that will mean getting back to writing soon. I go through droughts myself. At the end of them I’m usually all itchy to get back to my hypergraphia. It’s a disease.

    But at the end of it all it doesn’t matter unless you’re happy with your life. Follow your bliss, the other stuff will take care of itself.

    I will say, though, that having played guitar in high school, the people who make it professionally (in big bands and high school prom bands) are not the best at it. They have perseverance, though.

  3. [...] know what I love about blogs? How insanely depressing they can be. Thanks, Enter the [...]

  4. Ken McConnell 23 August 2008 at 9:28 pm #

    Yeah, what Steve said. Just glad you are still blogging man. Love your posts about life and nature. Looking forward to your next project.

  5. Matt Mitchell 23 August 2008 at 10:00 pm #

    @Steve: I’m tryin. And it’s not like I haven’t gone on writing hiatus before…these things always come in cycles for me.

    @Ken: Thanks Ken. That makes my day!

    As for eNotes…thanks for the link…I think? Didn’t mean to depress you. I mean, really, I didn’t mean to depress anybody. We can’t always be upbeat, though around here I think I generally am. And insanely depressing? Wow. Whatever, dude.

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Matt Mitchell has been a rock climber, a parachutist, a lifeguard and a sailor, having sailed throughout the Caribbean, Arabian, Red and Mediterranean Seas. He’s crossed the Arctic Circle, visited the Valley of the Kings, and sailed through Gibraltar and the Suez Canal. He’s swum with sharks and wrestled an alligator and spent several years changing light bulbs on radio and television towers for a living at heights of up to two thousand feet. He is an avid reader, a southerner, technophile, naturalist and part-time adventurer, working and writing in Montevallo, Alabama. He’s a husband and father of two boys. Full bio.

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