Somethin’ to say?
That’s the real question here isn’t it? The need to say something, the drive to express, the impetuous to creativity of any form: it all derives from the burning desire to—bluh!—get it out there. And that’s what has kept me from finally risking that first step into this blog.
I’ve refrained from speaking for so long, breaking that habit has become the biggest challenge to any creative endeavor my thoughts wished to birth. Here’s a window into my upbringing: I grew up in east Tennessee, son to a pair of Air Force officers freshly returned from Alaska to settle and raise their brood. My folks did alright by me; hell, they’re still together after 32 years! I believe though that repeated comments like “if you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all” (my pops) and “silence is golden” (my K-5 principal) enforced a self-censorship that has continued unabated since those early school days.
But here in lies the fallacy of those statements. Only saying nice things maintains the status quo. New ideas derive from those with the balls to speak, communicate, create. Sitting back and refraining—nay, restraining!—expression allows the occurrence of untold atrocities and the withholding of untold joys. Silence is a tarnished gold: it represses the refining fire that mortal endeavors require. These posts are the breaking of my silence.
Dear reader and commenter: my posts this year are the pains of creative impetuous with which I’ve labored to birth for so long. I pledge to post something once a week, or four times a moon cycle, for the rest of this year. I know I have something to say; please receive my gift.