It’s time to start blogging again. I say again because I’ve actually started several blogs, all of which ended up neglected – as has the rest of my creative side. So, I’m turning over a new leaf and throwing caution to the wind, this time I’m going to make it work. It’s time for a change, it’s time to make things happen.
Why the change you ask? Drudge. Mental masturbation. A spark.
Drudge. As the days go by and I get closer to the quarter century mark, I find myself in a rut. Not really a deep rut, but a rut nonetheless. A rut with a little bit of pushing and pulling I’ll bring myself out of. A typical day for me goes a little something like this – wake, work 8-5, and relax. Rinse and repeat Monday through Friday.
The Great American Novel (seven of them) are in my head.
Enough paintings to fill the Museum of Modern Art are in my head.
Plans, ideas, realizations and awakenings – all within my head.
It’s time to let them out – it’s time to open the flood gates and see what follows…
A spark. Where did this sudden renaissance come from? Really the question should be where has it been? There’s a Dave Matthews song called, “Where are you going?” the beginning of it goes something like this:
Where are you going?
With your long face pulling down, don’t hide away
Like an ocean that you can’t see but you can smell
And the sound of the waves crash down…
… Are you looking for answers to questions under the stars?
If along the way
You are grown weary you can rest with me until
A brighter day and you’re OK …
There’s a lot of meaning hidden within this song, if you haven’t heard it, I suggest that you give it a listen. I’ve always thought as myself as a creative person – a creator, a doer. For the past couple of years, I could smell the ocean but couldn’t see it – and the waves came crashing down and so I took a rest, and now I’m back. Hopefully there will be brighter days ahead. I’m in for the long haul, it’ll be a fun trip. As for you, dear reader, sit back, relax and enjoy the ride. I’ll make it worth your while.
… Let’s go.