Do you ever get that feeling --
when the sun is going down and the shadows are stretching out but the day is still light --
where you want to hold onto the moment and make it live forever?
You become melancholic over the approaching darkness.
you long to drink in the moment and remember the day for how beautiful it really was.
But then it begins to slip away
and you become anxious for what is past.
The shadows grow long and the street lights come on.
You feel a twinge of sadness.
You content yourself with the business of the evening and find comfort in thoughts of tomorrow -
but still, the feeling remains.
You forget it as quickly as you can and hope that when death comes,
it is not like this.
It's taken a long time for me to arrive where I am today. I don't say that to sound like I'm special. It takes us all a long time time to arrive anywhere in life. That's how the game is played. As my dad used to say, "Slow and steady wins the race."
I've written for a few publications and on various mediums over the years, but in certain ways I feel like the words you're reading right now are the first that are entirely my own.
No one is paying me to write these words. There is no particular agenda attached to them other than my own self-expression. They are not tied to a specific theme. They are just what's bubbling up from within.
Exciting? It is to me.
This blog will probably serve as a carrier for my ideas while they are in the process of development. Occasionally, I'll talk about whatever I'm reading or use my platform to throw a spotlight on the work of some other author or artist. Of course, I'll also provide updates on my current work as well.
Whatever form it takes, though, you can be sure that everything you get here will be genuinely me.