My critical writer voice gets louder and harsher as the dates pile up between my entries on Daisies and Bruises. The less I write, the more ideas I have, and the more I reprimand myself for not writing.
There are so many rules I’m learning about writing an effective blog, but sometimes I feel like the most important part of writing a blog is simply allowing yourself to be human. Make mistakes. Connect with people, not Google stats.
Here’s a human story for you:
I was so inspired to make art last week that I tried breaking into my apartment after I locked myself out.
I live on the second floor. After buzzing my neighbours in my building to no avail, marching to my sister’s empty apartment and back, my desperate eyes glimpsed a lifeless ladder at the side of my house. It was unsturdy as fuck (see me letting go of my writer rules here!) but I laughed out loud and then climbed up the side of my house. Well, I went up the ladder halfway and then went down. Then I went back up and stood, half-hanging from my window ledge.
Digby barked at me from below, indignant that I’d simply tied his leash to a pipe and dared to reach heights I’d never reached at before.
I seriously considered ripping my window screen apart with my fingernails, but then stopped myself. I knew that would only ensure a night full of mosquitoes feeding on my flesh as I collaged past my bedtime.
So I climbed down and interrupted my intensely busy work-at-home neighbours.
“Sorry!” I whispered. “I tried breaking into my apartment and it didn’t work!”
I showed off my blackened palms and arms. Who knew the side of a house could be so dirty?
They let me take their portable phone outside (so not to interrupt their clients) and I called my dad to come to my rescue.
Here’s the outcome of that night:
These pieces are going to be in a gallery starting tomorrow and lasting until August 2nd.
Please come for the reception this Friday at 7:30, at the Westland Gallery’s Square Foot Show! I’ll be there, as well as a bunch of rad local artists. It’s going to be awesome!
What can you do to express yourself today instead of self-destructing? I never ever thought my art would hang in a gallery but I’ve lived to see the day come. What are you living for? Take a baby step in that direction today, right now. Life is waiting.