It’s too early to say what this place is, why I’ve bothered to set it up, what I’m hoping to do here, what it might become; but I’m fairly sure I know already what it isn’t.
This place isn’t…
This isn’t a place for stewing in the rancid wake of depression; although, given depression is always nearby, tugging at the author’s sleeve, whispering in his ear, standing in the way of his dreams, there are likely to be several topics born of that most insidious of illnesses. Yet they’ll be moderated, kept to a minimum, only presented when it’s of importance to expose them, thus allowing space for other things to breathe and grow.
Yet depression is in part the author’s muse, the driver of his more creative writing. And so it’s likely that depression will be upon the author when he’s at his most productive…
And neither will this be a place that encourages, cajoles or simply demands that readers do things they wouldn’t otherwise wish, including to think, to believe or to act.
It won’t be a place with lots of action, either. Aside from one other person, a special person, no-one knows about this place. And as the author, I’m fine with that. Maybe in the future that will change. But right now, I’m struggling to imagine it.
This place is…
This place will probably be all about me—about my words, my want of writing, and my perspectives on the things around me and inside me. And while I unashamedly write for myself, I genuinely hope my writing might help others. Others who are struggling, looking of answers, or are just curious about how someone else deals with life and its various challenges and opportunities.
I like to write, having done so for years and years and years. My love of words is an important part of me, shaping how I process the world. They’re my eyeglass and earpiece with which I examine the world and ultimately make sense of the things I see and hear, think and feel.
And I need a creative outlet, and given I work a demanding job that leaves little time or energy for creative pursuits, I’m unlikely to write anything of any significant such as a book. But this place… well, this place has no rules, no schedule, no nothing. And that sounds just about perfect to me.
But there’s more to it than that. There’s the world others don’t see—the world inside the head. For every one of us, this is a world of vast complexity, and for me, if not others, it’s here especially that words help. Help with understanding and with growing and with healing.
So there we have it, only time will tell what this place truly is. And what it becomes. It will be a journey, and I will try to post regularly, but I can already sense that this might prove a challenge. But I have words, they need a place to stay and this place seems as good as any I can imagine.
I’ll see you around.
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