How did I get here?

Sunday morning, 5am, I am up, I am writing, I am designing, I am fiddling with artwork. I am both tired because I have only slept four or five hours, and vibrating because I am doing something I love that I hope might be meaningful to others. 

This year is the year I move from thinking to action.

That statement reminds me of advice I read once that said, when you are writing a novel, do not tell other people your ideas. Do not talk about what you plan to write. Talking about it will lessen the impetus to actually put down the words. Stay silent, and write the thing.

For a long time I have contemplated putting my experiences into a book of some kind. I wrote outlines, began chapters - for some reason it just didn't resonate. Maybe I wasn't ready. Or maybe I had to be inspired.

This year, I found inspiration in a format that I really like. A form that mixes image and text, prose and picture.

That's really cool, and you will see the results in the right-hand column of this blog. Check them out and please let me know what you think.

When I 'arrive' somewhere, I look back and wonder, 'how the heck did I get here' and that's exactly how I feel now.

In writing these books I am reminded of my past life, the many people who have wandered in and out of it - some malevolent and cruel, many more who were kind, accepting, encouraging and trusting.

I am reminded I am someone who used to stammer, shake with terror, and run away from people.

I am reminded I found away out of that place with the help of incredible mentors and a passion for music that I still have today.

I am reminded I am responsible to 'pay it forward' as best I can, for those who helped me in singing, composing, and life gave their knowledge to me without constraint, in a spirit of compassion, humility and support.

If anyone is still reading this blog (and I have fallen off the blog bandwagon so I expect it's very few), I would like to say thank you for checking in, and promise I will be more active here.