2014 was the kind of year I’ll look back at ten years from now and resolutely declare that was the year everything changed.
In 2014, I finally landed a job that pays me to do something I find ceaselessly interesting ( I helped launch a Magazine, damnit) while also giving me the opportunity to write, the only thing I’ve ever really wanted to do.
I wrote professionally:
- The Diplomat: Review: Without You, There Is No Us
- The Diplomat: Interview: Suki Kim
- The Diplomat: Kyrgyzstan’s Choice
- The Diplomat: Toward an Incomplete Union
- The Diplomat: Uzbekistan’s Human Rights Nightmare
- On RealClearWorld: Abdullah Cries Foul
I wrote personally:
- Human Parts: Men I’ve Met at Corners
- Yellow Line, Victory Train
- Human Parts: Oh, the Things I Learned from Daddy-O
- Human Parts: Growing Up Putz
- The Road to Tai Shan
- The Creep and I
I took an amazing vacation, which I am still not finished writing about:
- The Mists of Oregon
- A Graveyard in Tillamook
- Primordial Green
- Among the Rows of Roses
- Two Mountains
- A Sapphire View from West Seattle
- On a Lark in Carkeek Park
- A Hundred Peaches
- Seattle’s Gum Wall
In 2013, looking at 2014 as it approached, I couldn’t see beyond the fog. I couldn’t fathom where I would be (or what I would be doing) by the end. Now, as I look at 2015 the air is clear. I can see for miles, I can see for years.
2015, I’m coming for you full speed.