my world

Future me makes lists and sends them to present me, in dreams.

Past me is dreaming of present me right now. Creativity expands in the space between the certain and the ethereal. I don’t try to separate substance from spirit (anymore). How can you know me? I’m woven in here, everywhere. You’re here with me, my teacher and my student. I believe our jobs are to learn, to grow, and to play. I believe in keeping children well fed and well read, and in inspiring women who have suffered from narcissistic abuse or other soul-stealing experiences. I believe the message I am to share is one of love. My world is music, words, family, children, dogs, beauty, art, and light. Mixing art and commerce is a tricky thing. It presses objectivity onto a field filled with sensitive writers and composers, like me. Think too highly of your work, and you won’t consider the critiques of your peers, and you won’t learn. Lack confidence in your work, and you will dwell on the criticism, and you won’t learn. Or, you can just take up internet space, and write some stuff, and draw clicks. And still, you won’t learn. We are the sum of how we live and what we create. We cannot extricate our mistakes in life or in art, and why would we want to? If we have learned from them, they lead to growth. Like the best in all pursuits, we adapt. Let us recreate ourselves into the next version, which looks a lot like the previous one, but is oh so much wiser.