This Message Will Self- Destruct | 8 February 2019

I have this theory about words: There’s a thousand ways to say “Pass the salt.” It could mean, you know, “Can I have some salt?” or it could mean, “I love you.” It could mean “I’m very annoyed with you” – really, the list could go on and on. Words are little bombs, and they have a lot of energy inside them. –Christopher Walken

Writers’ block is a bitch. (So are hangovers, just FYI) This bit of wisdom helped pull me through today so I wanted to pass it along to you. I hope somehow that you consider this an explosion of sorts. A cataclysmic burst of creation and intention. I hope it feels volatile and unruly yet impossible to turn away from. I hope that it means something. 

Somehow our words and writing have become something so far from its origins. But i hope that soon we can get away from click bait, from strategic content creation, from goldfish attention spans, from instant gratification, from imitation becoming influence that pretends to be art.

This is a blog. I am a writer. These are my words, my weapons, my little bombs. I hope that you use all of these tiny explosions ignite a fire in you, to go out, to see, to be, to create. 

Let’s all keep trying. It’s why we’re here.