personal growth

Over the two decades of this blog’s existence there have been times when I’ve landed a new job.  Sometimes, like the TV master control operator and the vocational instructor and the mental health peer support specialist, I’ve shared about here.  Guess I couldn’t resist holding back on the good news.  Other jobs (like the part-time one I had recently that… nah, nevermind) were quietly not mentioned.  That part-time job was mostly supplemental to being an artificial intelligence trainer: something I really enjoyed doing but the work had petered out more or less.

So for the past several months I’ve been hanging on by my fingernails.

But today, there is cause for rejoicing.  There has been a change in fortune.  God is being very good to me lately and I need to share that thankfulness.  Today I started training for something that I think is going to be a real career....

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Three months ago I posted here that I had begun work anew on the book that has been percolating in my gray matter since 2014.  That was when Dad told me I should write about my struggles with bipolar disorder.  He thought it could be inspirational to others.

And then of course, Dad passed and that knocked me off my feet.  And since then a lot has happened: the journey across America, new career and then changing career (and now, again), new town and new faces… all of this the backdrop against an ever-evolving saga of my mental health.  The book then, in whatever form it was going to take, is radically different from the project now before me.

I am happy to report that after a few false starts with how to open the book, that it is now well on track.  Late last night I finished the first ...

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The biggest regret I’ve had as a writer, for all of this time, is that I’ve never been able to compose real narrative fiction.  Screenplays for film projects?  Those have been no problem to sit down and churn out.  But for something even so rudimentary as a short story?

That has eluded me.  It has been sealed away behind a concrete wall and I’ve been pounding away at it for decades, trying to grasp that arrow to place in my quiver.  And the wall wasn’t yielding a centimeter.

Why wasn’t it possible?  Nonfiction has never been an issue.  I’ve always been in my element in regard to exploring ideas and articulating musings upon them.  Fiction however…

I’ve some thoughts about why that has been.  And it correlates with the bipolar disorder I’ve had since at least 2000, and with some other matters that only in recent months have come ...

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I needed to unplug from some things for the past couple of weeks. Including this blog.

Nothing traumatic or crazy happened. ‘Cept I chose to focus on a few things and getting other things re-focused that had been lingering too much for too long.

This blog has been around for nine years now (wow!). In that time it has become quite a chronicle, a collection of documentation, about the evolution and development of that strange and bizarre creature that God created in Robert Christopher Knight. And that’s what it will continue to be, until whatever point if and when I decide that it’s time to retire from blogging.

But sometimes, that evolution and development appreciates the time to rest and reflect. And I’m still reflecting now. There might not be the frequency of posts that many readers (gauging from the amount of e-mails that came in) seem to enjoy, at ...

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