So yes...I just realized that I can post a Journal on this confounded website...so I shall.
This is a cross-post from all my other pages. I am just trying to bring everyone up to speed for the big endeavor in the next few months. So if you already know, this is just a re-post of slightly older info. Maybe a month old.

If you don't know...read on!

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These are strange times.

I have stayed away from posting COMPLETELY as myself on this page...mostly because I wanted to keep it fun...not bog it down with emotional and personal opinions. Now I am going to break that rule.

Whisper has already posted about this, to some extent, on her page. If you are interested. go check it out...

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or be lazy and just read mine. Either or.

Here is the short version of a long, arduous, and painful story:
Over the past four months, I have watched my life fall apart. I am not alone in this...several other Dreadfuls have had very bad things happen over the last half a year. Some more than others.
But in spite of everything bad, somehow we have kept it together, gone to cons, had parties, met new and fascinating folks...we have MADE more stories and memories in the past year than we can count. All while keeping our damaged and decrepit lives on their feet. By some marvel of engineering we have slapped together something approximating a life out of rubble and debris. This is why we haven't been posting and vlogging as we wanted...a lot of our projects were put on hold as 'real life' kicked our ass.

I have kept the details of how to myself, but I have spent the last three years of my life dismantling myself and how I live. In my twisted logic, I am trying to break myself down so I can build myself back up. This is easier said than done. The time and agony I have invested into this endeavor is beyond me...and exactly what I want to build myself into is up for debate. Yet every piece I pull out has made me happier, if not more scared and unstable.

I've pulled out the lynch pin...and now I am watching it fall apart. As I watch the machine shake itself to pieces, a proposal was made. "What if we do something new? What if, instead of rebuilding everything from scratch, we make a whole NEW machine?"

Now just so you know, I am a sucker for poetry. Even though I keep myself as rational and logical as I can possibly handle...I am easily swayed to romantic notions. (note* this does NOT make me a romantic....but that is a whole other rant...) So I have been fascinated with Pirates, Gypsies, Hobos, Vagabonds, Bohemians, Buskers, and Artists since I can remember. The people who live outside of the structure. People who make their OWN way.
So you can understand how that is the first place I jump to.

Now, my stomach has been in knots for the past few days. Letting the notion that it has finally come to this work it's way through my system. I've decided to do this. It's unstable, it's crazy, it's dangerous....it's what I want to do.

I haven't informed my family...I haven't informed my friends. A few have heard me talking about it...but we are going to try and do this. We are going to live out of a van...travel wherever we feel like going, doing what we love. I just hope the third member of our trio agrees to join us. I couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else but these people.

I thought I would come here and explain why I am doing this...make a few quotes...say some inspiring words...lots of Rah Rah...
Fact of the matter is that I am scared to death, and not sure how we are going to do this. But I know we are. "Threshold of revelation" as it were. Just that realization that your mind is already made up...and nothing anyone can say or do to you is going to change that.

I have a few months to set my affairs in order...part with most of my personal belongings...tell everyone this is going to impact.

I also plan to document what we do. We will blog, vlog, write, and depict the entire journey. We will keep everyone posted on what we are doing and going to do.

But as of right now...all we have to do is set it into motion.

When we are finally out and about, we are going to travel across the US....but we want to start with the East Coast. We do have random connections in different places, but we are always looking for more people to network with. Maybe even crash on living room floors from time to time. (of course we would do work for the person, or something...we will do what we can to compensate them for allowing three dirty gypsies/hippies/steampunks/whatever in their house.

Until then, we are just going to hold up this ramshackle hut with a broken stick, and then once the time comes....kick it out and run like hell.