Hello all. It’s a New Year and time for a new format. New format you ask? As opposed to the crickets because you haven’t blogged in years? Yeah, shut it.
This year I’m going to ramble. Rambles are good for the soul. A sort of free
therapy if you will. I am not going to proof the rambles, so expect the grammar to be atrocious and for me to not give two fox about it.
Free writing is what allows creativity to flow, to be uncensored.
I wrote the bulk of Spelled in just over a month, and it worked because I just ran free. I didn’t know you were supposed to hem and haw and try to write perfectly. After I became a “writer” I learned I was supposed to suffer over these words. That I needed to be right. To be great. Which made it so I didn’t write anything? Took me over a year to write Wanted, and I’ll be honest, the book suffers from incoherent spots because I was writing in staggering bits and pieces and couldn’t get me head in the game. I was too worried how to get a big idea on a little page.
Not only that, I had that trouble now talking to my writing peers and fans. I needed to say the right thing. To be interesting. Not to offend. Everything I said would be used against me. I would be compared even to myself, to what I said years ago.
Welcome to 2020 and I’m trying to just be me. Imperfect, evolving, and mostly crazy me. And I’m convinced there are a fair number of other people out there trying to hide the rolly lumpy bits and only show their best insta and social media selves to the world.
Screw it. Be you. Be weird. And quit worrying about people who don’t like you. Because if people only like the plastic version you show to the world, they don’t really like you anyway since you haven’t given them a chance to know the actual you.
Ok. Intro ramble over.
Cya next time