Despite the date on this post, it is now May 23, 2019.  I had believed that I would be back to living there in Indianapolis by now, multiple times over.  However, I am still not.  At this point, I am 2 years into having been living around my home town, mostly due to having come into a job, and some due to the relative ease of visiting in person with my parents.  In truth, there was also something to do with a romance about which I am not comfortable to disclose much information except that that also contributed in both good and bad ways, to why I have not made it back to living in Indianapolis.


The answer to the question of why I chose the particular photograph above is that it was the easiest one I found that shows an image of Indy closer to the ground.  I have walked right around there many times, but sadly, not recently.

Fortunately, I wasn’t ever reduced to pan handling down there.  Such a comment is supposed to be hilariously funny as I’ve never suffered such hardships, but instead it’s a little creepy.  Sometimes I give to beggars when I feel like I have enough to share.  Sometimes I say no because they wouldn’t help me and may not understand how truly delicate and fragile my own finances really are.  Sometimes I give to them because I feel I had better given how well I know how frightening it is to hardly have any money….and some days I just don’t because I don’t want to.

Often, when I do give to pan handlers, it isn’t much but I notice that it normally assuages my guilt, or appeases my conscience.  I tell them, the same as I am telling you: I’m a sometimes giver.  Sometimes I will and sometimes I won’t.

Like most of you, I don’t like being harassed by pan handlers.  It’s offensive.

Also like most of you, I realize that there are only so many times a beggar can ask for a spare coin downtown and turn cynical or just believing that everyone is a total liar because of the # of times people said, “Sorry, I don’t have any money,” and then go and spend some money, having lied to a beggar.

The beggar has observed them going into a shop, making a purchase and then carrying on about their day.

Well, truth be told, I sort of don’t blame people who resort to lying as a means of trying to say no, but an honest no that holds up is normally much better.


Well, now that’s we’ve made it passed the beggars into a nice shop, the situation is looking a bit brighter.

Flaunting Moral Success

Now, I would like to reveal a height of my spiritual achievement in daily life with respect to helping those even less fortunate than myself.  One day, when I was financially poor but not destitute, I went into Bremen, the one in Germany not the one in Georgia, USA.

Well, in an act of spiritually God motivated compassion, I went and actually bought a couple of beggars NEW ITEMS AND THEN GAVE THEM TO THE BEGGARS.

WOW, huh.

I’ve only done that like once and probably spent less than $30 the one time I did do it and it still left me feeling like Jesus himself had pulled out a chair at the dinner table and invited my greatness to come sit beside Him because I’m such a “good girl”.  🙂

Back to Indianapolis

Some of you know that Indianapolis is a very mild mannered small big-city.  Sadly, the heyday of Indianapolis, Indiana sporting the nation’s best public transit system is long gone.  Still, there are some decent busses there.

The cost of living is pretty low and the economy there is pretty good.  The climate is relatively mild, I mean compared to either the cold of Syracuse, NY winters let alone Canada and Russia.  The summers are also very mild compared to say Arizona and New Mexico or the Middle East (sic, where Jesus actually lived during the first 32 years of his life).  It does get warm enough to go in shorts and get a nice tan, and even hot enough to fry an egg on the hood of a car and swimming at the beach is great….but most people don’t disintegrate from the heat as I tend to believe is what would happen to me in July in Nevada or Utah.


Some of you know that my novel The Double Life of Tutweiler Buckhead was even originally titled An Adventure in Indianapolis because that’s where it’s set.  You can buy your own copy right here.  Just click on the link The Double Life of Tutweiler Buckhead

Writer’s Advice

This morning I read a little bit more of How to Market a Book and Authorpreneur in the hopes of learning how to improve my ‘functionality’ as a professional writer.  Both the authors of those are younger than I am, started writing much more recently, and have already earned more money doing it than I have.

My only salient piece of writer’s advice about which I am confident knowing that, is that novel of mine mentioned above, which is even good and has decent cover art, was set in Indianapolis based on the dictum “write what you know” so I set the novel in the city I was living in at the time and that I had been living in for 6 consecutive years when I began to write the book.

The other main point that I got was that I am now supposed to spend however much time creating landing pages and how important and good it is that I blog.


I request your forgiveness, if you feel I need it, because I have really just whipped this post out, off the cuff, so to speak, as if this were casual conversation.  If it isn’t good, then I apologize to you when really, you deserve better.

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