To You

Several months ago I referenced an experience in a piece I later deleted (the reference to the experience, not the piece) because shortly after I'd put it out there I regretted it, so if you're the hurt party reading this now, please accept my apology.

I'm sorry.

Anyway a reel came up on my Facebook page this morning reminding me we don't start over from mistakes, we move on with the insight gained from them.

"It couldn't have happened any other way because it didn't" so "live and learn".

That's what I'm doing, accepting what happened, and living and learning from it.

When I wrote my book "That Looks Good on You - You Should Buy It!" (serialized in Galaxy Brain) I made myself a character in it. And in the writing I'm doing for the resurrected Galaxy Brain (Michael Murray having left us for the Divine last year) I'm continuing in that vein, pulling from the past, a story I tell myself, wherein I'm a made up character.

It came to me in a flash. I'm not writing memoir. I'm writing fiction.

I always thought I couldn't write fiction, but that's what my writing for Galaxy Brain has been, fiction.

I feel good about it. It's more than enough, Galaxy Brain. It's community.

But blogging isn't the same animal. It's political, so personal, and it's why I've decided to leave off it now.

It's loneliness, the need to write, but it's a particular kind of loneliness that fuels a blog. It's advice I would give to anyone who's lonely, write, and if you're lonely in a particular kind of way, blog. Getting published in the real world is tough, it's a job in itself, and maybe writing isn't your thing. So put photographs on your blog, art, poems, brain farts, whatever helps get you through to the other side, which for me has been recognizing myself in others, in their writing, their photographs, art, poems, brain farts.

Out on our streets live and in person. There go I. Oh and over there. Hm, over there, too.

Good Gord I'm everywhere!

Loneliness is a state of mind, not being, and blogging can help us feel connected to ourselves. I blog therefore I am. For me, for a long time, writing, particularly blogging, was my friend, always there, any time, day or night.

The world wide web my penpal.

But I don't feel lonely anymore. I'm enough for me. And then there's everybody else, as I've come to realize, a whole world of company, too.

Maybe I'll try a blog of a different feather one day, maybe I won't. But whatever comes, I want to thank you for reading, and, to you, again, I'm sorry.

Live long and prosper.

Love, Kathryn