



Much to the disappointment of my sister and family, its become clear that I'm no investigative journalist. My problem isn't writing skills so much as the fact that I just don't care enough about the human race to aggressively pursue or market a story. Can't take what we do that seriously; nor am I particularly ambitious.
That said, as I review this blog's posts from its origins, I realize that I've been on,...well, a long intermission. I should have begun writing Tales From the Green Room right after I quit my job at the insurance company a little over a year ago. I was never going to get a better investigative position than that, so when I quit I was really saying goodbye to the industry. Or should have been.
But then I got a new job right away--seemingly out of the blue. Considering myself lucky in this economy, I grabbed it; and maybe I was. But all it really did was set me back a year. An intermission you might say, 'til I got laid-off in June.
But now I know I'm going to write Green Room. That's my goal for the next few months, though in fact there's no rush. I don't know if its gonna be a blog or a book; or if its just going to sit on my desktop for my own amusement. Don't really care either. I'm not writing it as a commercial endeavor and if I never finish it I wont lose any sleep. Its not really about finishing so much as its about working on it. Tales From the Green Room will be my own meditative space. My personal prayer-book of my own creation that will document both my being and becoming. And lead me into the future.
Now.




*NOTE: All pics of Wayne Shorter were stolen off Google Images and are probably copyrighted. All quotes stolen from Wayne's biography Footprints by Michelle Mercer (which is also probably copyrighted).
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