On A Starry Night

It’s been just over a year, and if your tuning in I’m taking for granted that you know where that year has been spent. Emby is a fully operational independent press and we’ve released 2 anthologies and 2 novels, with another 2 anthologies and 2 novels in the chamber.

And so, in between edits and finagling future projects, I’ve come upon a moment of reflection and a need to account for the difference between Emby and Miles.

Tonight’s sky is full of stars and they are beautiful. I look at them and I  see possibilities for the press, but tonight some of them elbowed for room and I realized that I’d given up Miles for a bit there, and that was not a good thing.

Maybe it’s the anniversary, or maybe it’s a story idea I’ve been working on – I ran through  the reasons to post again, but it was all just a cover, and that’s what decided me to come back to my own turf and talk about me for a bit.

Today, I took Miles Jr. (4) to a local public park. The weather in Atlanta has been well documented over the last few days and an afternoon in the sun was way past due.

We arrived, bailed out of the truck and headed for the other kids enjoying the slides, etc.

Things we’re looking good.  Until my son approached a group of kids (2 boys and 2 girls) and asked if they wanted to play. They (7 or 8) replied that they had enough friends and that he should go away. They said this in full earshot of my wife and I.

My son held it together as he walked back to us and asked if we wanted to go on the swings, which were unoccupied.

I had a lot of thoughts about this. Mostly along the lines of WHAT THE FUCK?  The other kid’s mothers, standing right there, said nothing and did nothing.

We played for a bit on the swings, ran around and hit the slides. Then we left and went to a Barnes & Noble to play with the Thomas train set, and that was good.

But damn if I can shake the playground experience.

I’m still here and I’ll be around a bit more as I differentiate between Emby and myself, the stories that a publisher is putting out there vs. the experiences that an individual has at a park.

Both need telling.

If you have kids, please give them a hug and kiss and tell them that not everybody out there sucks. Show them that there are lots of stars in the sky and that they all stand for possibilities.

Miles

 

 

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