Haiti. So horrible, I can’t even look at it. I’m a little ashamed of that. There it is.
I say, wait to give money. Everyone is giving now; and that is righteous. I have never given money to the people of a disaster-impacted area (unless you include the US political system). I plan to this time. Continue reading
When we had actual farmers, and not agribusinesses, the farmers would work a plot of land until it was time for the land to lie low and gather its strength (minerals and other plant nutrients) back into the soil. I feel like that plot.
I also think that a fallow “period” is perfect for a writer (of English, at any rate). Not only is it is an unspecified length of time, it’s the punctuation mark that signifies the end of a complete thought. Once upon a time, there was one space in between typed words, and two spaces in between sentences, occurring immediately after the period. A perfect place to lie low. Continue reading
It wasn’t until I was 33 years old (and I’d been living in San Francisco for 8 years) that I realized, “Hey. I’m a freaky artist type!” I’d always known I was interested in artistic endeavors, and so I set off to find out what particular art suited me best.
I studied guitar with a near virtuoso Berklee School of Music grad, and wrote a few songs. I studied drawing with world-renowned monumental sculptor Aris Demetrios. I studied acting at ACT, a nationally acclaimed school, and performance at the Marsh, a local guerrilla theater, where I wrote and performed my own shows. I wrote three novels and a handful of short stories.
For each of these arts, I studied and created with singular focus and vigor. Always, however, my passion would wan, and I would find myself asking the question, again and again, “What am I meant to be doing?” Continue reading