I have been away for such a long time. No i wasn’t sent away by the state, but I might as well have been.
I wanted to write, but for some reason I couldn’t.
I don’t want to just churn out crap. There is certainly enough of that out there. I don’t want to write about my last meal, my rotten kids, my latest outrage, my basic, white-guy, middle-class problems.
I want to write about things that are important to me. Things that are complex, things that are serious, things that need skill and finesse just to explain properly, much less solve.
And whenever I start, I inevitably run out of steam. I can’t do it. I don’t have the words, the turn of phrase, the power and the subtlety.
And then I stop.
And then it’s two years down the road. Mute, frustrated, nothing.
And now I begin to think that THIS is how so much crap gets out there. The drive to communicate is stronger than the fear of crap. So people just write. And this crap flows out in a great brown wave and oddly enough, people read it. People are touched by it, they learn from it and take it to heart and think about the world in a new and unexpected way. And crap or not, it has value.
So I too am going to contribute my share of the fertilizer. Why not.
To end on a totally honest note though, SOME of the stuff out there is just Pure-D, irredeemable, crap. Some folks should stick a sock in it.