I know, I know. You didn’t ask. As a random note, I normally hate posts of this nature, so I’ll keep it brief. Very brief. Okay, so I’m not all that brief, but I’ll try it.
I’m a writer of the millennial generation, though I’d rather not associate with people my age. I currently work full time in retail and am based out of the Bible Belt for the time being. Which isn’t exactly a hotbed for culture, but if it was good enough for Faulker, it’s sure to hell good enough for me. Not that I fundamentally love the town I live in. It’s small enough that it breeds venomous gossip and all sorts of prejudices. But I’ve lived here for over two decades and I haven’t murdered anyone yet. So I guess that’s something.
My interests outside of writing are bountiful. Which is why I don’t write as much as I should. I’m into any and every art and craft possible. I’m a big reader and a rabid fan of movies and music. Fashion and dance are also fixations of mine. Anything culture-related holds some interest for me. I paint, sometimes rather well. I knit. Often quite a lot. I ought to be working on Christmas presents currently. But I told myself this would be brief. Yeah. Right.
I’m currently single, depending on who you ask. And I’m not particularly aggressive about changing that. I have far too much fun the way I am to desire to settle down. Though something lasting wouldn’t be unwelcome. I’m not all that reliant on other people, at least I try not to be.I was always a kid who loved her solitude. That’s at the core of most creative kids. Not all of them, for sure. I was kind of forced into solitude with a bevy of health issues, but I didn’t mind it. It gave me time to think. To make up stories in my head, sitting in a hospital bed. If that won’t make you a creative, I don’t know what will.
My reading habits are sporadic and bizarre, but interesting. Everything from King to Whitman with all sorts of my fellow weirdos and their works. Philosophers. Poets. Lyricists. Madmen (and women). Thinkers and revolutionaries. The sorts of people who keep you awake at night thinking. That’s what moves me. I find as much poetry in a piece of music, done well, as I do in conventional poetry. If not more. More than one song moves me to tears every time I hear them. I have to be prepared for them, just like I do my favorite poems and novels. Hurt. Creep. Hallelujah (the Jeff Buckley cover. In addition to most of his works, come to think of it) I Know It’s Over, either Jeff’s or The Smiths. The list goes on. I’m a romantic. And a large scale cynic.
I’m a bit profane. Sorry, I’m not sorry. If said language offends you, that does make me sorry. Being offensive is never my intent. But being real is. Being concise is. And sometimes there just isn’t a synonym for one of my four letter darlings. It’s who I am. If you think I’m bad on my blog, you ought to sit with me when I’m watching a hockey game. Or a football game. Or a basketball game. Because my teams suck. I am a rather big sports fan. I pull primarily for teams from Atlanta, my father’s place of birth. And secondarily I pull for teams from Pittsburgh, which is where my mother’s roots are. Aside from my beloved Penguins, the source of most of my swearing (sorry Letang. I’m sure you’re a nice man. Your wife and son are unbearably adorable. And you ought to keep the beard all year), most of them are pretty fucking bleak. And that’s putting it nicely. Point? I don’t give up easily. That’s important if you want to be a writer. Or any creative.
And in closing, I’d like to say I’m fucking odd. To paraphrase Marilyn Manson, it isn’t easy to be a misanthrope and a romantic. But at least I know it about myself, which is more than I used to be able to say. I don’t always make sense, but I’m not unhappy about it. And that’s something for which I no longer feel shame. And that’s a beautiful feeling that I wish for everyone. People I love. People I hate. People I know. People I don’t. I wish for it to continue for me. And if it hasn’t begun for you, I hope it does today. Thank you for listening to me ramble. I hope we can continue with our journey with as much profanity and honesty as possible. That’s what it’s all about after all.