Writing... I Miss It

I miss writing. Maybe you miss reading what I write. Maybe not. I only have 2 actual followers for this blog through the page itself so perhaps NO ONE is out there reading this... of course if I cross-post to Facebook people can read it there without having to "follow" the blog itself.

Isn't that cheating? 

I was "chatting" with an old friend the other day about blogging and becoming a professional blogger. Face it, 2 - count 'em 2! - followers is hardly a roaring endorsement of the potential here. But we also talked about having a theme. I sort of do... or thought I did. Space. Cats. Pawprints From Space.

Yet mostly this is a place to rant about life, the universe and everything. Oh wait "the universe" that's SPACE!!

But I digress (which was once a wonderful column in the Comic Buyer's Guide by the marvelous Peter David. I wonder if it still is?), a theme, a focus, a purpose.... or just say what the hell and be me. You know, darting all over the place with this rant or that. From politics to gardening, religion to tributes to animals who have crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Is it not my many interests and "oooh! shiny!" stream of consciousness that make me (and this poor excuse for a blog) interesting? 

Can you tell I am trying to avoid nailing down a theme? I am. Why? you may ask. Don't deny it I heard you. Because if I pick a theme perhaps I will be stuck with it. People (yes, 2 makes it "people" not a person) might come to expect me only to write about one topic - or the flavors of a topic. 

How limiting! How boring for the muse, not to mention me and by extension probably you. And you certainly don't want to bore your reader. 

I had dreams once, I coulda been somebody, maybe not a "contender" but a WRITER (bonus points for the movie reference). And maybe that's the "theme" writing installments/chapters of my stories here. Maybe someone will stumble upon them and like them. Of course someone could just as easily stumble across them and steal them, which would suck major big time.

As some of you (can you say "some" when there are only 2?) may know that I am looking to make some changes these days, Changes that may involve packing up and heading off God knows where (okay, God probably DOES know, but He hasn't clued me in yet). Maybe home to Peoria Illinois, maybe to bigger cities in Columbus... who knows? Make me an offer, I'll think about it. 

Oh looky there, I wandered off again.

I miss being creative. Whether it is writing (which I still think may just be my calling), or painting, or theatre... I miss it. These days I live in a logical, practical world and frankly I hate it. I'm not outside enough. There aren't enough trees that I have a personal relationship with (mind out of the gutter NOW, thank you). I thought I could achieve the warm fuzzy through volunteer work but that slapped me in the face when politics took over (don't ask, still pissed off). Nope. 

So. Here's what I did the other week ... I started outlining the ways I am thinking about revamping the first Doric Chaos story. We're talking major focus shift and title change. Thinking of now calling it Chaos Rising and setting it pretty much on one world (yes, it is science fiction, deal with it newbies). This way I can further develop the culture, refine the language (yes, I invented a language) and shift more into fantasy. This will provide a broader foundation for the eventual Doric/Steve storyline that Les and I worked on. If you are totally lost you are forgiven. If you are curious, interested, want to know more let me know - I could use some encouragement in this arena. The current people in my life know nothing about this stuff. High school friends may remember, those from the summer of 1980 most certainly will know. Once I even had an agent. once I wrote articles for magazines. Once I was a freelance writer. 

I miss it.