At this point in my life, I’ve realized that I’m not going to read everything I want to read. Or even everything I propose myself to read. There’s not enough time. I have a stack of “to-read” books. And I am not sure I’d ever get to most of them. The stack keeps growing. Life can get busy and demanding, which reminds me about the time I told myself that I would never listen to an audiobook. And that changed recently. There have been times when, instead of listening to music while I drive, I listen to a novel. Or a short story. Or a book of poetry. Not sure if that’s trend. But I guess my point is that I am over “trends” in literature. Specially with any having to do with aesthetics. If there is a trend in literature happening at this moment, I don’t think it has come to my attention. I am more interested in reading good books, no matter the genre, or school, or whether or not it’s trending, or if it exists in a trend.

I would tell them that they’d make it to the age of fifty without resentment or regret, that some dreams are not worth the heartbreak and disappointment, that not all smiles and pats on the back are friendly, that having a personal vision for life is better than not having one, that everyone dies in the end, that family is everything.

Hard to say, but I guess I’d be teaching. I teach now, and I enjoy it. But I think I enjoy teaching because the subject matter has to do with reading and writing. So, I guess both things complement each other. Would I teach anything other than writing and literature, probably not. If not writing or teaching, maybe work construction, learn how to build things, like bird houses and furniture. But if not writing, I think I’d be a pretty smart criminal.

I am reading Santiago García’s On The Graphic Novel, James Welch’s Winter in the Blood, and Gabriel Bates’s Judas Goat.

Well, to spend the money, first I have to make the money. And as a writer, not enough money has come in. But I feel a promise blooming in the near future.