 I want to write about everything and all things. I want to write for and about the down-trodden, the maladjusted, the introverts, the mentally ill, the dispossessed. I want to write to incur pain if it means enlightenment in the end. I want to write about those who are spurned by society. I want to write about the things I want to know more about, to become a citizen scientist, a citizen philosopher, a citizen storyteller, a citizen poet. I want to write about the things which would make people refer to me as a social irritant. I want to write six days a week, all the time, with Monday being my day of rest. Even on Monday I would write but not because I felt compelled to do so, only that it is something to do. I want to be a rock for the forgotten, if they will allow it. I want to make people cry with my poetry, awe them with my fiction, and make them angry with righteous indignation with my essays. I want to make the scales fall from their eyes so that can see, feel, and speak the Truth. I want to rail against the darkness yet realize that the darkness is also my friend and companion. I want to write so that there is always the danger of a turd in society's punch bowl, a gob of spit in the face of tradition, the black ice under the feet of the government. I want to show that tradition is the collective laziness that prevents people from evolving as both a species and individuals. I want to write to celebrate and acknowledge and speak for both the dead who cannot defend themselves and the living that needs to speak up for themselves as well. I need to write because I must, as part of right action and good trouble. I need to write with the goal of being a force in nature, to be heard and to make peace with my own mind. It doesn't even matter who reads my words, I need to write to cut through the miasma of crippling self-doubt and blurred vision.
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Wow. It's been seven months since I've posted anything. I have been, well, I wouldn't call it a hiatus, that suggests intent. I certainly didn't intend to be away from writing for this long. I have a lot of reasons/excuses. Stress, fatigue, periodic mild depression, and just your garden variety ennui. And, of course, an absence of initiative.
I have plans, though, for certain. In the coming months, I plan on several projects. I am investigating the viability of producing a podcast or a YouTube channel, or both. I'm working today with setting up a page or group related to this blog. I am also beginning purging some things. The goal is to transform the "studio" into more of an "office." I believe Facebook Marketplace and Craigslist are the perfect way to do this. And in case you are wondering, yes, there will be typewriters available. They will be "as is," meaning I haven't done anything to repair or restore them. I have over one hundred typewriters, many I will never work on. I look at the stacks of cases and automatically feel overwhelmed. And that is one thing I do not want to feel. Feeling overwhelmed due to a task is a huge initiative killer. If anyone knows people who buy whole collections of typewriters, send them my way. My email address is [email protected] It is going to be a process, I know. So keep an eye out for posts concerning this and other happenings. The coming of Autumn has certainly helped. I feel that a lot of creativity and productiveness is heading my way. |
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