Waterfront Park, July 2012
Podload the downcast right about here.
Yeah, I've been thinking over and over lately about my place in the creative spectrum. I think, if I'm honest, I have no place. I'm as I've always been; a student, a questioner, a mocker and a learner of everything. I'm just a vocal member of the audience. A re-creationist, an editor. A critic. A reviewer of other's work. I make mix tapes, not music. A sampler.
It's a little sad because I thought I had a shot at writing. I really put the hours in. Other than being a family man, it's the only thing I tried to be good at. The truth is, I wanted the audience more than I wanted the work to get done. I think if I felt heard as a kid, I probably would have never picked up a pen and started writing 20 years of journals, projects, and notes.
Even so, I'm trying to make a practical form of writing into a career. The business of interpreting and explaining. Why? Because I've been doing it for 20 years. I can't stop now.
And then there's the podcasts. I still find things to talk about. I also love being a goof. That's a thing, right?
It's warm in July in Oregon, and still not too bad-