I have a quandary about this blog that I like to revisit from time to time. My quandary is that, while I believe art and especially story are woven throughout life and that’s what I want to write about here, I also like to escape on this blog by writing about things that I don’t spend a great deal of every day life thinking about, or studying, or discussing with other people. I love making the connection between a singular children’s book picked up at the library and every day life; I’m not so keen on the other way around.
Perhaps it’s an age-old artist’s quandary: we want to (must!) recreate, retell, but we must at some point do these things in solitude, away from the every day. By the same token, we have to live, experience life, and travel, or our art becomes stale and less than a dim reflection. Art and life, are, by nature, side-by-side.
Then there’s the pressure of building a platform, knowing your audience, and creating a presence. How will your work ever be known if you present a mere facade of yourself? And that, friends, is where I am. I want to publish magazine stories and books for children. So for now I write here and there, and send off to x,y, and z magazines, and then I rewrite and resubmit my stories that are sent back. Then there’s this blog. Am I really using it to the best I can?
Well, if there’s anything I’ve learned about about the creative process, it’s that it’s just that, a process. Keep at it, avail yourself of opportunities that will serve you, and don’t give up.
And, if you guys have any feedback on this, let me know! I’m all ears.