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Artistic Vision

I've written so little lately that I fear I can no longer call myself even a pseudo-writer. Life has been busy around these parts, even if my life consists only of myself and my two dogs and the occasional foreigner who crosses my path.

So many things have been running around in my head lately, though, and one of them has been the roadblock to writing that seems to linger around me. I had a conversation with my dear Lawrence recently about this and explained to him that what holds me back in my craft is my fear of breaking the rules.

Half my friends are killing themselves with laughter and coughing up lungs at that last statement. Let's give them a minute to catch their breath.

What I fear is having my name attached to something that goes against the grain of what I've been taught. This is a serious issue to me because much of what I believe and think today very much goes against what I was taught as a child. You've seen the progression here in this blog even though I've only hinted at some of those ideas.

I guess what I'm saying is that I'm inching closer and closer to really letting loose and letting the world (or at least the minuscule number of people who actually read this thing) get a peak at the REAL thoughts that float around in my head.

If I'm really an artist at heart, part of my existence has to be spent in putting forth ideas that might challenge the status quo.

Why does this feel like part of a twelve step program?

Anyway, here's to hoping that something interesting will develop. Who knows what will come of this.

Comments

Christy said…
Well, I can't wait to see what comes out. I totally get what you mean about breaking the rules, though. No scoffing going on over here :)

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