A new blog

Hello, and thanks for dropping in. As the title clearly suggests this is a new blog, yes one amoung thousands. So let's not waste time with lengthy introductions. Instead, let me invite you into my corner of the written and, now, publicly accessible word. To give you a little about myself and what to expect from this blog as briefly as possible: I am an artist, struggling maybe, but an artist nonetheless.

You see, for as long as I can remember I was writing something in some way or another. Take playing with action figures as a toddler, for instance. Hell, maybe even younger, but anyway, as I remember, my earliest years were spent playing with toys. Now the interesting thing is, as I played I would develop epic and tragic and beautiful stories just to explain why I had to force plastic Luke Skywalker to chop off poor, plastic Han Solo's arm. You see, maybe it was because I liked the Luke and the Han figures more, maybe I was just a sadistic little kid, I dunno, but anyway, Luke Skywalker had to chop off Han Solo's arm, complete with the literal breaking off of plastic Solo's arm (because that is how things were done when you are less than four years old, mind you) and anyway before Luke, or I as the case may be, did any literal dismembering of said Han Solo I sure was going to know why. So then I started to answer why, and to do that I had to use more figures. You see, Princess Leia had to fly in from the other side of the couch cushions, to tell Luke that Darth Vader had converted Han Solo to the Dark Side of the Force and voila. Han was bad--off come his arm.

So as you see I am an artist. Okay, okay, so the above example was not one of me actually writing, but it was an example of storytelling; which if you follow my logic is a form of writing and if you follow my logic, still further, is exactly the point I was trying to prove. Anyway, my point being is, that for a very long time I've been recording thoughts and scribbling and ideas all over the place, in my life, and in my head. Yes, I'm even guilty of writing that one, single sentence, that fit so perfectly, in the song I hadn't yet begun writing--on a napkin. In my car... pulled over on the interstate highway. Yes, that really does happen, rather frequently.

Knowing all that, my point is to you, I have finally come to the point in my life where I am happy with who I am, and am not ashamed of the ideas and the writings and the scribbles and the songs that I've written over the years. Thus this blog. I've decided to share them.

I will be using this blog to publicate much of my past written works, in no particuliar order, for the rest of the world to read, critique, critizice, comment, flame, praise, ignore, dismass, enjoy, what have you. I will also be continusously updating this blog with new pieces of my work and any other random thought that happens to take space in my head and scream "WRITE!".

And yes, I apologize. Turns out my short introduction wasn't so short after all, but at least now we can get right to the heart of the matter. I'm going to leave you now with another blog. The next is a poem I wrote several years ago for a class I had where we were given a bottle of soapy bubble mix and were instructed to blow some bubbles, to watch and record our thoughts. The end result was a poem aptly titled "The Bubble's Song". It's a great introductory piece as I really feel like I put alot of myself into the words and it provides a good insight as to how I view the world.

I welcome your thoughts...