29 (almost) down, 30 to go

It’s been quite a while since I posted anything here, but as I approach a landmark birthday, it’s only fitting, right?


In two weeks, I will turn thirty. 3-0. An age where, in addition to slowing metabolism, one should experience a boost in professional and sexual confidence. At thirty, self-doubt is supposed to fall away along with caring about other’s opinions and all those other little ticks that eat away at self-confidence. I certainly hope so.

While I am waiting, I want to work on my creative life. Since I went into newspaper writing, my drive to create dried up. “Dead in embryo,” could describe quite a few of the stories that I’ve tried to begin.

At this time, I’ve distanced myself from newspaper. Previously, I had a blog posted about why, but I took it down because I was teaching. The last thing I wanted was a student to come across it. It’s not that I was embarrassed about the whole ordeal, it was the curse words and spite. My kiddies were optimistic about writing and all, so I didn’t want to squash that because I worked for a horrible example of a newspaper editor.

Since it doesn’t hurt to dream, and I really want to reawaken creativity in myself and others, I want to begin (again) my zine, The Bohemian Rat. I have no artists, no writers, nothing that I can publish. So, maybe I can pull a rat out of my hat in the next two weeks.

It’s better than doing nothing. I doubt anyone reads this blog or remembers much about the zine. However, I don’t want to look 31 in the face with less under my hat than I have now.

So this means I have to retreat from my TV shows. Damn Netfix subscription! It wouldn’t kill me to devote an hour a day to writing. Who knows, maybe I can get something rolling soon.

I'll keep you posted.