Because
I got tired of visiting artist and writers web sites but never getting to visit the artist or writer, including my own.
I got tired of thinking about my stuff like it has been written for some stuffy fun crushing grammarian when it’s meant for creative, curious, conscious, caring, competent, courageous, catapult people.
I got tired of keeping documents in file folders and forgetting those file folders among other file folders that get lost in storage.
I got tired of putting poems, thoughts, ideas, questions, things that reach out to the world into file folders knowing nothing would come of them.
I got tired of seeing notebook pages and docs as if they’re assignment reels instead of environments for discovery and expression.
As if a known thing can discover things unknown. A blog is an unknown thing.
I like that this is different, strange, unwieldy. I like that college classes on blogging either don’t exist or are so boring students spend the semester wanting to drop out.
This is a result of the passion my life grants me. This each day thing. This wishing I were writing thing. This falling in love with it all over again thing.
This is my adventure to find the flat edge of the planet.
This is scribble on flyleaf.
Dan Dorman 