I wanted to start writing again.

I had a few old ideas floating around my mind, and some new ones too. Exciting! How fun! But I just wasn’t setting aside the time to put them down on paper let alone post them here. I created this blog over a year ago now, in May 2025. The most recent in my on and off again relationship with posting anything publicly. The intention was the same as always - to fill the space up with all the silly ideas and serious writing I would have. Great plan, right?

What I had apparently forgotten when I spun this up, but would soon be reminded of, is how stupid all my ideas are, how no one could possibly care, or be interested in reading anything I had to say. I mean, why would they? Who am I? This is just a whole lot of ego stroking after all. Even if it were just a post such as this, wouldn’t I just be babbling inanely, along with the millions of other voices in the writhing sea of nonsense on the internet?

Obviously, the above is a twisted perspective to have. I did feel that way internally and it was really successful at shutting down every idea I had. That disparaging, discouraging, hypercritical voice still arises, but I’ve seen it for what it is. If I want to exercise creativity, and make things about and in this mad world of ours, why not put it out there for others to see? Certainly insulting myself into an endless abyss of negativity will never lead to anything creative. Every single artist, musician, writer or otherwise creative person who is publicly putting out their work does so with the idea, on some level, that someone might connect with it. I read and watch and listen to what other people make, and feel things that connect me in some way to the maker. Of course, it was just such a connection that opened me up once more to the idea of putting my voice out there again.

I recently read something that I connected with so strongly that I felt I should write about it. It wasn’t a self-help book, or a motivational article on “how to write”, though I’ve read no small number of those before. No, it was a short bit of non-fiction in a Canadian literary journal. It really struck a chord, and I felt in that moment that the best thing I could do was write something about it. That started me thinking about this space once again. In fact, early in the morning after reading that journal article, as my mind moved out of the fog of slumber, I was already thinking about what I would do and how to get started.

So here I am. Here you will see what I have to say about art that I connect with.

Maybe you’ll connect with it too.