Write On

Paradoxically, in order to avoid a summer of attrition, I've decided to dig myself a little deeper in my literary trench. This effort will manifest itself manifold: on this blog, as lots and lots of reading and absorption of ideas, as regular doses of news and opinion in print and online, and also as new fiction material. I've found another reserve of energy, oddly enough, from a magazine article whose content is far removed from writing, but whose style and vernacular seems a more polished version of my own. Embracing my life as an artist has meant coming to terms with a painful level of exposure. Every photograph I print, film I screen, and scene I stage is an opening up of the parts of me that life trains me to hide. I have had to reconfigure my expectations. It's a brave and exciting new world that I am learning how to experience, like a child. Detraction is my traction; failure is my fuel. I'm carpe-ing the diem.