Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Falling Off The Edge Of The Earth

When outer reality comes crashing in on a writers inner reality...things come to a grinding halt. Often times it is this inner reality that I choose to dwell in more than the every day waking world..and for this to be superseded by "harsh reality"....you figure things must be pretty bad. Well, I won't say they are great, but it is not the proverbial bottom of the barrel (at least not yet). After all, the things I create are shaded by what happens outside of me...hues of failed relationships, strokes of political upheaval, gradations of life in all it's joyous victories and bitter defeats....they are all part of the great painting that I continually revise and update on the canvas of my inside...hoping to someday produce a work that captures the beauty and pain of being human.
I'm still writing, still working towards finding a way to produce a graphic novel, its just as of late I've found that reality has proven to be a sobering distraction...one that feels akin to falling off the edge with nothing to grab hold of to steady yourself. A free fall that has no end in sight. So I sit here...pecking out a few words in the hopes that my inner reality will reassert itself...lend some stability that reality seems to lack. We live in interesting times...I just hope that my dreams can keep pace with what's outside of me.