5 word challenge: A new beginning
The need to express oneself in such a public manner is a peculiar trait, indeed.
With comics taking up much of my blogging energy the past couple of years — not to mention my free writing time, generally speaking — my personal blog faded into the background, to the point where any new passion or outrage was promptly filtered through the context of comics, and if there was no connection, there was no post. I’d heard of Vox somewhere in my online travels recently, and then my friend Dan signed up, and after poking around a bit, it rekindled my desire to keep a personal blog again.
Much has changed since those heady days of 2003 and 2004, when I dished on the slam poetry scene and jabbed anyone who wandered through in the eye with a stick, decrying Howard Dean as a centrist wolf in progressive clothing, among other things.
So, here I am.
Yet again.
Starting yet another writing project that is theoretically intended to keep the juices flowing until that mythical day comes along in which I have the free time to finally work on that novel. Or screenplay. Or comic book. Or, hell, even a poem!
Yeah, much has changed…and even more hasn’t.
C’est la vie!
I promise to keep the political squealing to a minimum this time around, if only because I just don’t have the stomach for it anymore. My wife won that battle, it would seem. I’m a calmer, gentler malcontent these days, choosing my battles a bit more selectively and trying to fight the good fight as close to home as possible.
Case in point: Last Sunday, I volunteered to be the Head Coach for my son’s PeeWee Marlins Tee Ball team. Fifteen 5- and 6-year olds learning to play baseball, with me as their guide.
Certainly can’t be worse than working with a bunch of slam poets, no?
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