I do admit, sometimes I get a little bored with writing this blog. I know, I know. It’s my own blog, why would I get bored? I have to keep reminding myself of what the point of this blog IS, actually. And the point really is kind of the meaning I’ve made of why I’m here in this world–to share my creative journey and process in hopes what I struggle through and overcome can help other creative types do the same. I want to inspire people to not be afraid of their art, because I have found that art, to me, is one of the most important things in my life, outside of human connection, and the two go hand in hand.
I just spent a crazy week driving to Las Vegas and then over to LA, writing an article for a freelance magazine while in Vegas and visiting my bandmates in the studio in LA while they were working on their other band project. I saw friends and family, and now I’m back home, working at the library and trying to get my own band projects going. I’ve got two readings coming up in March, and one live performance in April.
I’ve been doing a writing group with two of my best friends, and it’s been successful! We all trust each other and are sharing work we’re excited about. I’ve been working on a short book about my teens, when I hitchhiked across the country, and I just shared a chapter with them, which means I’m getting ready to put my nose to the grindstone on that. I have a lot of chapters.
Writing is hard work. It takes time. And balancing writing and music and live performances and travel while you also have to work a day job is difficult to boot. I may always be slightly broke, but at least I’m fulfilled. And I do admit, after weeks of social, social, social, the library is nice to be back at, the hills nice to hike alone.
No huge epiphanies were had on my trip–I’m finding lately that hashing up the past and trying to figure things out isn’t always helpful. People in this country are overtherapized, I think. We talk too much about our issues instead of living life. The moment is now. And now. And now.
I thought I’d offer you a brief update, so you know I’m not dead, or neglecting you, my faithful handful of readers, forever, just kind of getting my bearings after a couple of busy, busy weeks. Decompressing.