Summer has finally, at long, long last come to Erie, and a happier man, I could not be. As everyone knows, heat is my wheelhouse. I feel alive, caffeinated, abuzz with ideas, inspiration, energy and hormones. The world is absolutely mine.
Summer has always been my most creative season. I realize I’m not an “artist” of any stripe, per se. An amateur creative writer would best describe me, I suppose, although I like to think I simply live a creative life, from doodling while I watch TV to giving people nicknames. I’ve come to a point in my life where I’m perfectly content with the fact that I will never be famous for any of the creative arts (I’m simply not good enough at anything), but I like to keep doing things anyway, because a body’s got to do something with all this time, no?
For just about as long as I can remember, I have taken great joy in the act of creation, from words to drawings (bad as they may be) to short films and photography. I remember in my teens, I spent almost a whole year simply putting words together by twos, on reams and reams of white lined notebook paper (for instance, copper elephant, democratic pants, shoeshine sunrise, garden car, and on and on, thousands of them). I did this for no other reason than it brought me joy. I have dozens of other examples like this from my life.
Which brings me to my point. Despite numerous attempts to deny it to myself, Notes From the Fire is not only no longer bringing me joy, but I believe it to be sapping my creative energies. I no longer write anything for fun and excitement, but instead to get “views” on my blog. I no longer write what I most intensely want to write about, but what is “safe” enough for the blog, but “personal” enough to maintain it’s tone. I also have made myself feel compelled to post with a certain frequency, thereby often resulting in diminished quality and repititious horseshit. I know that all these problems are simply results of my own mindset regarding The Notes, but I have tried repeatedly to change this mindset, to no avail. In short, the blog rules me mentally and is crushing me creatively.
I need some time to once again find what it’s like to write for oneself, or for a future audience—and not for immediate consumption. In addition, I’m feeling my creative juices pulling me in interesting ways, away from simply the written word and into visual arts. Right now, I really feel like taking some pictures with actual film, having them developed, and collaging them…some sort of themed collage, perhaps. That sounds fun. Maybe I’ll do it in my attic and even throw paint at it or something. But I’m going to do it for myself and nobody’s going to see it, at least not for awhile (and it will probably be no good anyway, but I’ll have a ton of fun doing it).
Don’t worry, I’m not taking The Notes down. This website will always be here. Feel free to peruse old entries; I’ll still reply to comments you make on them. Also, you can always check out my Netflix queue on here. :)
Something tells me I’ll be back sooner than I imagine, but on a different site and perhaps in a different format. Or the break will do me wonders and I’ll be back at The Notes sometime. Who knows? There are no rules, and now that it’s summer, I’m going to be proving that as much as possible. For instance, right now it’s 4am, I haven’t slept yet, and as soon as the sun comes up, I’m going to ride my bike all over this town and take lovely pictures all damn day, because I can.
However, you won’t see them on Notes From the Fire.
Don’t worry though, they’ll still be on Facebook. I haven’t lost my mind!
Thanks to all of you for reading and making Notes From the Fire a lovely, rewarding experience for me!