Interests

I had to look up this Winnie The Poo quote—”How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard”—because for the last few days I’ve been feeling the same way about all the interests and conflicting desires I have, or I’ve been trying to put a positive spin on the fact that I don’t have nearly enough time or willpower to do all the things that I want to do: “How lucky I am to have so many interests!” At this moment, 7:10 on a smoggy-but-sunny Saturday morning in Gyeongju, South Korea, I feel like doing the following things:

  • Continuing the writing of a short story / novella about being trapped in an elevator;
  • Continuing the writing of an epic series of books about colonizing another planet;
  • Beginning the umpteenth round of editing for Saving Hitler, this time with the help of a paid editor;
  • Beginning the writing of all kinds of stories, most of them science fiction, historical fiction, fantasy, dystopian, or some mixture of them all together;
  • Continuing the reading of a Korean translation of Animal Farm;
  • Writing a post on a language exchange website in Korean (lang-8.com), to have it checked and commented upon by native speakers;
  • Translating an atheist/agnostic pamphlet into Korean, to be handed out to the cultists who hand me their pamphlets in public once every few months or so (and to be posted for free on the internet for others to use / comment upon / modify as they wish);
  • Reading Explosion in a Cathedral by Alejo Carpentier in English, or 100 Years Of Solitude in Spanish, or The Decline And Fall Of The Roman Empire in English;
  • Going for a run, a hike, or a photo expedition;
  • Taking my kids outside to play soccer or basketball, to go hiking or to explore a Buddhist temple they haven’t seen before;
  • Emailing my long-lost friends;
  • Traveling to one of the thousand places I want to see but haven’t seen in Korea, Asia, or the rest of the world;
  • Cooking some decent burritos (pretty much automatically decent as long as there’s some guacamole inside);
  • And now my kids are up and I can’t figure out how to exit this list and my younger son is begging me for candy (what an excellent breakfast) so I have to terminate the writing of this post.