Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Sunday, October 25, 2015
Did I stop writing because I care less, because I am resigned to accept whatever comes, that I've come to accept that stupid people can change history with their stupid and senseless acts and there isn't a damn thing smarter folks can do to stop them - we are outnumbered. Or maybe we're kind of stupid too. We sure aren't smart enough to pull together and stop the United States of Stupidity from nominating Donald Trump for President. There is a lot of stupid to go around, it seems. Maybe that is why I stopped writing.
I'm hardly eighteen. That is more likely the number of years I have left on this fucked up planet.
I know I've been sidetracked by work, family, music, and video editing. Writing somehow became the last discipline or the last luxury I would afford for myself. That is a shame really because I love to write, to express myself with those wonderful words that flow out of my brain, through my fingertips, onto a keyboard, and then over to you for your reading pleasure.
There are only a few of you left. I never had high numbers, except when chasing natural disasters, and always as a person sitting at a computer, hundreds or thousands of miles away from the event- while true heroes raced out and actually helped people, saved lives, buried and mourned the dead.
Why am I writing now? I'm restless, my views on the world have changed, matured, darkened. My songs reflect how important love is to me, how important my wife is to my continued existence here.
But they carry a darker undertone, and sometimes a sadness too.
Another reason to write- Diffle County. It is high time I bring those stories out of hiding. I am not asking you to hang around and read what I write. If you do hang around, I thank you deeply and will do my best for you. Time is valuable and I have no right to waste yours.
Thank you for the opportunity to write for you. I look forward to the next 18 years.
at 10/25/2015 10:44:00 PM