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Marc Mason is a freelance writer based in Tempe, AZ.

Sunday, May 13, 2012  
EXCERPTED FROM "THE NORWAY DIARIES" - which happens to be my Applied Project (equivalent of a Masters Thesis) due December 2012

May 13, 2012

It’s been a hell of a couple of weeks, and I thought the worst – that huge pile of work - was over. But today rocked me back on my heels a bit.

Putting it in reverse: I finished the semester strong. I completed all assignments ahead of schedule, posted my practicum collection – now titled YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE – to Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Lulu with days to spare, and turned in my final two research papers with a week still to go before the due date. I’m not going to do that “humblebrag” shit; I kicked complete and total ass. People started buying the collection and enjoying it. I started enjoying making their money. It really felt like the payoff I needed after working so damned hard for so long.

This was not all.

In between doing everything else, I had been collecting together a best-of from my work at my comics and pop culture website The Comics Waiting Room. Once everything else was settled, I wrapped that up and went the self-publishing route with it. That came out about a week ago. Yesterday, I did a book signing at a local store. It is incredibly validating to meet people, talk to them, and see them find enough value in it to spend their hard-earned cash on it. I was mentally flying by the time it was over, my self-esteem levels showing green. All felt right with the world. Hell, I even got an email from Eurail telling me my pass was on its way. I woke up this morning 27 days away from wheels up for my journey. Glorious.

Today being Mother’s Day, I woke up and called mine before even getting out of bed. Good boy, right? Had a great chat, caught her up on what’s going on: trip preparation, potential new job, traditional life stuff. She had received her gift in the mail from me on Thursday, so I didn’t screw that up, either. The good feeling from last night carried over into today. Then I got online.

My high school was not a large one. Our graduating class had fewer than 150 kids, and we all knew each other pretty well. Most of us spent at least the last eight years of school together. Even being far away, thanks to social media, I can keep up with a lot of them. So it was a slap in the face to see the news that Matt Schuster had died this morning, taken down by brain cancer. 42 years old. Are you fucking kidding me?

To my knowledge, Matt is the third one of us to make an early exit; if there have been more, I’m in the dark about it. This, though, is the first one to really get to me. I knew Matt pretty well when we were kids, and he was as warm and generous a soul that you could imagine. We had also been in contact through social media, and we discussed getting together and catching up if he ever had a decently long layover as he came through Phoenix. What I remember most about him: he had a heart filled with kindness, and like me, he left our small town roots and set out for adventure. His career as a flight attendant took him all over, and from reading his Facebook posts, he made friends everywhere he went and had an absolute legion of people that loved him. There is no question in my mind that his life was wondrous and amazing. Whatever afterlife he arrives at is in for a treat; the parties there just got a lot more fun.

Still, I am stricken by the entire idea. I, of course, am about to turn 42 myself, and am heading off for a new adventure in less than a month. But now my little midlife crisis suddenly feels as though it has more urgency, more need behind it. It’s a traditional response to death, I know, to question the direction of your own life and what you are doing with it, but dammit, I’m okay with that.

What it boils down to is that it really can be taken from you at any time. Matt was flying all over the world and being happy when fucking cancer came along and took it from him. Like he was a tiny obstacle in its path of terror, it ran him over and consigned his existence to memory. It is horrific just to think about it. But it could be anything, really. Car wreck. Aneurism. It doesn’t matter; Death is a random bitch, pointing her bony finger and gazing us into the abyss when we least expect it.

I grieve for Matt, and I feel sorrow for all those that loved him. But I also must take from this the feeling I have today and use it going forward. Am I living the life I should be? Am I pursuing happiness and love? Am I making the most of my moments?

This isn’t something I can put off for twenty-seven days; it’s something I need to be more aware of right now. Time is precious, and I am agonizingly conscious of the fact that it is running out.

9:12 PM

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Friday, May 04, 2012  


Ahh.. that whole education thing, dontcha know? What started in spring of 2011 is coming close to reaching an end. I have now completed nine of the ten classes for my Masters degree, and I’m pretty damned excited about it. I’ve been working myself into the ground over the last nine months in particular. Each of the past two semesters, I have taken three classes while working full time, teaching two classes a semester as professor, and engaging in other activities like writing my first comic book, serializing a novel online, running the Comics Waiting Room and more. I’ve made a lot of sacrifices in my personal life along the way. But I needed to get it done. I had to make this happen.

So I did.

What sort of outcomes am I seeing? Some wonderfully tangible results, thankfully. After nine classes, my GPA stands at 4.22 on the 4pt scale. I’ve gotten A+ in six courses, and As in the others. I was accepted into the Phi Kappa Phi, a prestigious honor society. I’ve made new friends. And I’ve gotten prolific as a writer in ways I could not have imagined when I started. This past semester, I undertook a practicum. It required me to write eight new short creative nonfiction pieces in the four month span, put them together as a short book, and direct publish them to the Amazon Kindle and Barnes & Noble Nook platforms. Just to show I’m insane, I wrote nine stories, added two from last summer, and got that bad boy up on the web for purchase. I even added a third way it could be downloaded, because that’s just how I roll:

Three of your dollars. Cheap.

On top of that, my faculty advisor prodded me to finally put together a best-of collection of my writings about comics. Sure, why not? I didn’t have enough to do already, right? So I did it, and it is now available as well. In paperback and exclusively on the Kindle:

I even have an author page on Amazon now.

So I’ve been busy. Now I have some freedom to have a life again, which I’m pretty excited about. What’s up with you?

4:38 PM

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