
I am often surprised by life, once I get out of what I think I know about everything. People say that the thirties are much more settled, and I think on a very base level, my life has some sort of consistency and pattern to my daily and weekly doings – but excitement still presents itself.
It is good to try things that are different from what you expect. My experience has shown me that when I do nothing, call off plans, sleep in, and watch TV for too long, I am never relaxed. I am conflicted with a small amount of dread, and despite being sick of being a couch potato, I only wish to prolong this suffering.
Last night, it was pushing midnight, and I was overcome with dread about the fact that I promised to go to the Universalist Unitarian church with my professor’s son. His son, a sophomore at ETHS is being bullied and feels hopeless and suicidal. When I was his age, and I felt so confused and upset about the world, I turned to God. So I brought him to the place that helped me understand that there was something in the universe that loved me – often channeled through old ladies sharing their experience.
I hadn’t been to that church in ten years, and there were people I recognized, and, who recognized me. All that aside, I saw the kid smile, and we got him a Bible, and it looks like this is going to be part of my routine.
What I really really really didn’t want to do was to go to my grandparents afterwards. Hell, I had done enough good deeds for the week.
But I did. My grandparents are getting up there and who knows how long they’ve got – although, while I was there, it seemed as though they are going to live forever in their very lived-in home, because to my knowlege, they haven’t aged or changed in the past ten years either. Let’s hope for the best.
I’ve promised my grandma a few things in my lifetime. One of them is that I would write a book about her father, my great-grandfather who walked with a cane his whole life. Being that I have some time on my hands, I decided it was time to start this book.
They told me the story I’ve been told my whole life, and I wrote the first chapter of the book from their basement, where time ceases to exist and good, true words can be written. I read them what I wrote, and if all goes according to plan, this is how I will be spending my Sundays for the next while until it is finished. Also the Bears won!
I have a lot of writing projects that I am working on right now. When it comes to reading, I realized that I was reading a few too many books, and it was taking much too long to finish any of them, so I revised my reading method to only read one book at a time. I think I’ve finished three in the past three months. I have decided to read Moby Dick – not because I want to, but because it will make me a better writer. And just like solving a rubix cube, once off my plate, I am sure that I will give myself a lot of other books have the joy of reading quickly. I am aiming to finish a book of a lifetime by the end of the year.
As I said, I have a lot of writing projects I am working on. I think there is something like six or seven books I’d like to write. This is an indication that I have put off my passion for a few too many years, and now it is time to do what I love and get back on track.
This all aside from the fact that I have a manuscript that I will be sending to publishers and agents. Hopefully two in the next month or so.
The backward moral is that I am glad to have so many projects – many wells to pull from- and yes, there are nights when a word will just not present itself. However, my hope is that by having this long list of projects, I can have diversity based on how I am feeling for the day or night and be able to execute some progress on each of them. Knock em off like the books I read when I read what I want.
I have to give myself the grace of creative liberty to work on what is calling me—not to force something that doesn’t want to be written at the moment. I am optimistic, and I have shown myself that when I do what I love and follow my heart, there is nothing I can’t accomplish.

Ben Bonkoske is the author of two novels, Spoon in the Road, and Carolina, Colorado, California. He is also the author of two collections of short stories, Ten Zen by Ben, and Eleven Stories for 11:11. He lives in Chicago, where he likes to take walks.
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