When I got out of college (English degree), I was so self-conscious about language that I couldn't write. I broke that spell when I found Natalie Goldberg's Zen how-to, Writing Down the Bones.
I got to where I could write full-on prose again and even started getting stories published. Goldberg's "timed writing practice" became a way to take a break from the pressure I put on myself, a sort of intermittent writer's self-care. Now I had the foundation again, and wrote Goldberg-style to maintain.
But lately I've found something lacking in writing for either artistic stability or the marketplace with no mode in between. Like, maybe I want to play with something but don't want to practice Goldberg's mantras or think about publication. It's just how my mind works.
When a friend of mine, Christoph Paul, published his book Social Media for Anti-socials (it's excellent; if you're an artist and neither famous nor social media-savvy, get it), it finally clicked for me: A blog is the missing link. Here is where you can play between the poles of Zen and word-hustling.
So here is where I plan to dump my experiments, opinions and random thoughts. I'll post about whatever comes to mind, from writing to health & fitness to art to Star Trek. I'd even like to post book reviews and interviews with other artists. Who knows, it might be fun.
To paraphrase Ice Cube, I push words like weight. I push actual weight in my garage, so it only makes sense to make this blog my word garage.
Thanks for dropping by my word garage.
Come back any time.
PS - Here's a #TBT. From 2010. I'd just finished a fat-loss diet and took this selfie. In a Star Trek salt sucker mask. The nerd version of Buffalo Bill's dance in Silence of the Lambs.