I suppose that's always the hardest part right? Things are going swimmingly in your head...you've got it all worked out. Multiple web-sites, great pictures of your art, all of your writing in one easy to access location, and all the time in the world to get it done. You're on top of the world. Then the alarm clock goes off, or the work bell rings, or you stop day dreaming on your way to whatever mundane task is sucking your soul and stealing all of your creative time and realize that those glamorous web-sites are all partially (if you're lucky) done. None of your writing is edited. There are no pictures. And there certainly is NO time for art.
Well, that has been the story of life to date. Always too busy for myself and my dreams. Getting a little older has given me a solemn understanding that if I continue to allow everyone else to dictate my life, my dreams will remain on a shelf covered in the dust of time. If I don't spread my wings and at least try to fly, the rest of the world will not only clip them, but shear them right off.
I am standing on the edge of a mobilization that will seriously hinder my resources and time, but I have made a decision to actually keep up with this site and turn it into what I initially envisioned when I started it. It may be slow in its growth, but eventually, my writing will make it here.
Today, my good friend and I opened an etsy store. It is the first step to realizing a shared dream. I find it a little ironic that I joined the military to defend the rights of the dreamers, artists, and poets of this country and have done little to pursue my own. It took almost a decade, but I'm finally listening to all of you who supported and encouraged me along the way. Hope you guys can deal with the sporadic nature of my entries. I'll do my best to maintain this.