Recently, I began a new blog. Not as much of a blog as a blurt. A place to hash out the chatter that’s distracting me from my real work.
You know that chatter;
when our failing democracy drowns out any literary thought.
When I should be finishing one of my seven half-written essays, but I’m in the garden yankin’ weeds or out in the backwoods whacking a stick against dead branches. I’m in constant physical motion to the point of mental stasis with nature bearing the brunt of my intellectual storm.
Where do you go when different sides of you need to be heard? When the snarky voice of sarcastic Kelly refuses to keep her trap shut & sabotages the thoughtful musings of her well-researched literary twin?
What happens when writers shush the rage and urgency and craft our pieces into smooth lines of palatable bits? When we worry: Will the essay be published? Read? Honored? Will I be paid? Is the real story lost to line edits?
“The faster you blurt, the more swiftly you write, the more honest you are.” Ray Bradbury
When the only option is to throw open the cage door & let her speak as she sorts through the information onslaught to reimagine the colonial mindset.
Gestation Nation a place where the rage meets the page.
Gestation Nation is a go-to gestination for critical questioning in chaotic times. Join me in conversation as I give these words the space they demand. Perhaps then, I can get on with my work. http://gestationnation.org/