Five years and one month ago I walked out of the maximum security state prison in Auburn NY a free man. That was one of the happiest days of my life. After 13 years working in that dreadful place, I never expected that I would ever miss anything about it. But I have to admit now that there is one thing I do miss.
I never really wanted the job, but I needed the job. I was at a real low point in my life. I had lost my life savings (every bit of it!) in an entrepreneurial venture that failed miserably. I had a family to support. I was depressed. My old friend, Jerry, who worked in the prison industry at Auburn, helped me get the job. I thank God for Jerry.
When it became evident that I was going to actually get the job, I called Jerry to ask him what it was like to work in there. Is it dangerous? Are you scared? What exactly do you do all day? I had a lot of questions.
One of the things Jerry told me was that his job as an Industrial Training Supervisor (the same position I would have) was sometimes boring. He revealed that there is a lot of time with nothing to do. When he said that, I asked him if I would have time to write, and I'll never forget his answer...
"Herrick, you will have enough time to write the Great American Novel with this job."
Well, he was right about that. The responsibilities of my prison job could be taken care of every day, and there would usually be hours of free time that I could sit and write. Some days, if there was a lockdown, I had entire days to sit and write. And, occasionally, there would be week-long lockdowns. "Doing time" doesn't just apply to incarcerated criminals. It applies to employees too.
I never wrote The Great American Novel in prison, but I wrote a half dozen books that I self-published. The Whizbang Plucker Plan Book was first.
That book, and the ones that followed, were written longhand in prison, then typed out at home after work, and printed. I would bring the print-outs to work and edit, and re-edit. I always had folded sheets of paper—works in progress—in my pockets when I was at the prison job. I also had time to just stare out the window and think about ideas and concepts related to my writing projects.
But I didn't just write books in prison with my free time. I also wrote my blog, The Deliberate Agrarian. I put thousands of hours of time into writing that blog while in prison. When I go back and read some of those Deliberate Agrarian essays now, I am amazed at what I did. Unfortunately, I do not have the free time to do that sort of writing now. Not hardly.
There is irony in this story. It was the prison job that allowed me the time to be contemplative, and to write books that eventually, through their sales, helped me to build up a modestly successful home-based mail order business. And that business was what allowed me to eventually escape from the prison job I disliked so much.
While the typical state employee sticks it out for at least 20 years to get the best pension, I did not do that. I left when it was clear to me that my mail-order business could pay the bills. It was the realization of a lifetime dream for me.
There is a significant spiritual aspect to this story. Suffice it to say that God, in His providential orchestrations, directed me into that prison job for purposes which I still don't fully understand, and probably never will. But one of the things He gave me in that job was time, and I took full advantage of that time by writing. And God blessed my efforts. I am so thankful for that.
So it is that, after 5 years and one month of freedom from prison, I have no regrets about leaving that place. But I sure do miss the time. I don't think I will ever have the time again to be so productive with my writing.
Nevertheless, I believe that I was put on this earth, in part, to write. There is an inborn urge to share thoughts and ideas with others through the written word. That is why I have now launched The Deliberate Agrarian 2.0.
My hope is that I can continue to present my thoughts and interests, and that others will find value in them, even if they lack the depth of my previous prison writings.
Time will tell, and I thank you all for rejoining me in this new journey.
yea! Glad you're back!ReplyDelete
Jodi... Thank you for the welcoming comment.Delete
Your writings are a Blessing. Glad you're "back".ReplyDelete
Thank you, Evelyn. I appreciate that.Delete
I greatly enjoyed the old "Deliberate Agrarian." I've been enjoying "This Agrarian Life" since you began that venture, but I'm glad that you started this one again too.ReplyDelete
Very glad to see you back. I thoroughly enjoyed, "Deliberate Agrarian".ReplyDelete
Very glad to see you are back.. and encouraged by this post in particular.ReplyDelete
Hey Herrick, You are not going to believe this but for the last six months that I was in the USN, I was the WARDEN of the brig at the New London CT. Sub base. I. absolutely hated that job! Every time I walked through that gate into the joint and heard it slam shut and lock up, I always without fail wondered if I was going to be able to get out when it was time to go home!ReplyDelete
Wow. Warden Littlefield! That's something.Delete
When 9/11 happened, they locked the front doors of the prison where I worked. No one in and no one out. All the employees were wondering how long that would last. But we were back open by the end of the day. Otherwise, getting out (for me) was never a problem, thankfully.
It is a different world in there, for sure.
I'm very glad you're back sharing your God given talents again on this blog. Looking forward to reading your thoughts, it's been missed.ReplyDelete
I have been enjoying your videos , but very much missed your writing . You do have a gift for writing . Reading and gardening have been my life long obsessions ! I'm glad that writing and gardening seem to be some of yours ! Karen JonesReplyDelete
Elizabeth L. Johnson said, When we don't know why our Father has us there, that means He's working behind the scenes, and we just can't see it. We need to live above the circumstances in His peace, being confident He's working through us. After all, we don't put our Light under a bushel. I remember that I'd never said a word of so-called witness to my twin brother, but, by golly, he gave his life to the Lord because of my witness. The Lord's light was shining to my brother. When he gave his life to Christ, I saw nothing outwardly, but when I looked into his eyes, after a church service, I knew something had changed!!! That's why we can keep our peace, because He's with us, shining Hisself out of us, when we don't realize it. Your life in there affected many people to give their lives to Christ. I firmly believe that. When we get to heaven, won't we be surprised!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Elizabeth. Yes, I think we will be very surprised.Delete
I'm glad you're back writing as well. I really miss the blogs I used to read that were a part of the "Christian Agrarian" persuasion. I always gain such inspiration from them. Most of the ones I used to read are not longer out there. Archive.org has even lost some of them it would seem.ReplyDelete