Experimental

I have to bitch about people who sing the praises of the experimental artist or writer. Not that I ever want to admit to being opposed to experimenting. I think originality and new ways of thought are imperitave when they are used properly. I do believe in thinking outside of the box but not at the expense of the english language. Experimental becomes an excuse for bad or lazy. A cop-out from someone who really doesn't know what they are doing. As my friend pointed out, if something is experimental and it actually works it becomes innovative or ingenious and it then ceases to be experimental, it sets the standard.

Living an imagined Life

I have been thinking about living in small triumphs. Where do you find your happiness? What about the novelist who never gets published? The musician who never gets a record contract? The artist who never has a gallery? Should they stop writing? Singing? Painting? Maybe it's not always about winning the Pulitzer Prize or the Grammy award or having your work hung in the most prestigious gallery. Is living only in the accomplishments?

I want to write, and while I would love to achieve some major success I realize that is not why I am writing. I am writing because I have to, because I have a little narrator in my head that comments on everything. Because I feel like if I didn't I would have to throw myself off a very tall building (and I am afraid of heights) I have so many stories to tell. So I think to myself, maybe dreams can begin as small dreams. Maybe just singing at an open mic night, selling your paintings at a sidewalk fair, or starting a blog...