My First Vent
Monday, June 8th, 2009
Surprise has been the common reaction to my work lately. Given the inevitable end to my marriage, as much as I would like, I can’t deny that my work has been impacted. Writing is thinking, as far as I have learned in the long hours I’ve spent holding hands in public and under the table with the written word. When something happens to you that changes the way you feel about people and the way the world comes to you – let’s call it perception – then it’s bound to show in your creative work.
I guess the nature of the posts here have always given away what’s going on in my life. If you know me or you’ve read material here before, you know writing is my way of dealing with what happens to me – and I usually do it with absolute honesty. I’ve done less and less writing the last few weeks. I’ve thought about taking this blog down, not for privacy sake, but because the subject matter might present me as depressed or distressed – a dark contrast to what I’ve written before. A fear I have is that a potential client would look through this material and a person who was once a talented writer has turned to venting online about all the shitty things that have happened to him. (Once there was a certain grace I expected of my work. As recent as three months ago, the word shit would have never appeared on this blog. Some posts might be considered shit by some. Who knows? But it wouldn’t have been me posting it outright. That in itself is a change.” (more…)
