Saturday, March 31, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Probably the most intense and gut wrenching story I've ever written. And that's just how it effected me. Check it out, its free and please let me know what you think.
a free short story
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Inspired by the pure absurdity of seeing a short white hipster college student standing by his car in the 7/11 parking lot wearing a glossy black outfit with a long cigar in his mouth, not lit, standing there taking himself all too serious talking to the local weed salesman about strains- that image inspired me to rant some thoughts out about absurdity.
Someone the other day asked me, as a lot of people have in my life, “What makes you think anyone wants to read what you write?” Not always with those precise works but you get the point. And as always with that question I answer different each time. This time I said, “Because the absurdity of it all is just another absurdity that I’m in love with.”
Thinking you will connect with even one person because every human being is so different is such a cosmic reach- like love, like being a pro athlete, or trying to be one of the best at anything the person going on this sort of journey must be one part egomaniac and one pure absurd warrior.
People on these journeys have to have a big ego, have to stroke their own ego, but within the other hours of their days they’re making themselves feel like shit.
Or is that just me?
And this bring me to another absurdity and that’s when people go after writers, artists, and the like online on places like Twitter and Facebook for promoting their projects. It seems like people now have to preface stuff with things like “A little self promotion” or “I don’t usually do this” or “Sorry to mention this again” but that’s fucking stupid.
Why shouldn’t you promote something you put your heart into, hours of your life into, pieces of your history into, and in some cases your blood, sweet, and tears into? A friend told me a long time ago, “Promote yourself because no one is going to do it for you, especially when you need it the most.”
Being a writer is full of many absurdities. The very notion of trying to connect with people, the fact that in a lot of cases you are you standing alone in this journey, the sheer mathematics of finding success, and so many other little absurd demons that try to nibble at our hands.
Be you a writer, painter, actors, athlete, or singer, I tip my hat to you for putting yourself out there because I know we all have at one point or another had someone question our journey with rolled eyes or differently worded questions without knowing us at all. And that is a true absurdity.
Let me end this with a quote:
“I have done, this year, what I said I would: overcome my fear of facing a blank page day after day, acknowledging myself, in my deepest emotions, a writer, come what may.” ― Sylvia Plath