I’ve created a dilemma for myself that being a writer solves. For the last 20 years of my work life, I’ve gone by Chuck, which is naturally self perpetuating since each successive job referral knows me by the name I used before. I’m perfectly fine with Chuck. However, for the last 20 years, I’ve slowly migrated a bevy of new pals over to Chaz, which I also happen to use for my writer’s pseudonym…my pen name. For the sake of this writer’s blog, and to avoid confusion, blog readers, it’s Chaz. And Sin? Well…that’s just a bitchin’ spin on my last name that makes me out to be far more devious than I actually am.
This is blog post 1, a few days after Thanksgiving, 2012. I’m focusing on this blog as my sole communication while I go off the grid, rather than Facebook or other social media, due to anticipated narrow bandwidth issues where I’m going.
I drove to Sacramento yesterday to drop off my two 8 year old kitty siblings Snoopy and Lucy for a 4 month boarding excursion so I can selfishly pursue a writer’s sabbatical down in the Caribbean. This week is dozens of errands at 100mph to get on the plane on Friday, which has involved frantic scrambling to get my loft in San Francisco rented out, figure out what I can ship down there or take with me, and a host of clearance and good standing letters about my well behaved self that ought to help my long term case with Dutch immigration officials. Saba, the tiny island I’m going to, is part of the Kingdom of the Netherlands.
All of this travel planning craziness happened in a whirlwind as I was winding up my latest consulting contract. In the 1st week of Nov, I made my arrangements to stay on the island, in a little Dutch cottage perched high above the Caribbean. I finished up my contract on Nov 14, and I’m headed out this Friday, Dec 1.
Nothing about how this trip is unfolding reflects my style. I’m usually a methodical OCD planner, but that’s not how this is happening, and I’m letting events unfold with faith that it’ll all work itself out. So far, this is true. Right now, REO Speedwagon is playing on my iPad in the background. “Time for Me to Fly”. See what I mean?
Time to leave my l’il city loft for the tropics. Next Stop: Saba, Caribbean Netherlands – Dec 1
5 thoughts on “Call Me Chaz. Don’t Call Me Late For A Blog Post.”
Let me(your Mother too) know about 1 week after you get settled in Saba, if you need anything.
I’m not sure how secure the mail is to this country and how long it takes to get there from Sandy, UT. Assume you got any necessary immunization shots, if any. Assure us that you feel safe and secure with the people and your surroundings. Love DAD
Hello Friend! Been thinking about you. I’m looking forward to following you on your journey. Enjoy!
Hang loose. Be Happy. Love DAD
So I haven’t experienced much blogging but I am now, thanks to you. I love the pictures and I am so envious of your experiences. Have fun! Live, Laugh and Love. A. Polly
Happy New Year to you and hope you’re enjoying. Looks like you are, at any rate. The pictures look awesome and I’m enjoying the blogs. Didn’t realize how long it’s already been since you’ve been out there. Hope all is well and keep on keepin’ on. – Edris