There was a time in fairly recent history, where I wanted to write a book called Consignments Madness which was aimed to be a pretty much fiction book based on my lifes crazy experiences of the non-walking world I constantly found myself pertaining too. I had an idea that I could take all these religious and fundamental notions -which seemed to drive my breathing - yet, bound up with stupid and often upsetting experiences (and non-experiences) and find merit in persuading their importance in fictional analogy. Maybe if I become centered and unafraid of the spectacle I have somehow honorably but embarrassingly joined with most of my own gusto - and as I continue to make strides in releasing its power, this book could actually come to be. Until then, baby steps... Learn more about writing, start a blog to pertain to some things and address the 50+ journals written over the years as if they werent just for personal expression. Life is funny. What matters to a collective? This is important as I convince myself no one would be interested these days in the density of what I found so profound. We shall see... Either this - or singing somewhere interesting with a crowd in NYC..... The options of an independently planted nomad.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 17:25:52 +0000
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