I know everyone has their own style but I just don’t get that. I need to write about what is affecting me in the moment.
I write about what is making me think or about what is currently making my planets twirl. I tried writing ahead of time but by the time a few days had passed, or even 24 hours, it felt stale. It felt like it wasn’t relevant any more. I tend to be a very fluid, “stream of consciousness” type of writer. I need to FEEL what I am writing or it just won’t come out.
And not just writing.
I cook what I feel like eating. How could I prepare meals, or even buy groceries, for the week when I don’t know what I will be hungry for? Simple answer? I can’t. It just isn’t me. I usually stop by the grocery store on the way home from work to get the food I want at the time I want it. The food is fresh, healthy and tastes good because it is in the moment.
Same for my photography. I shoot what moves me.
Actually I think all my artistic endeavors are like this.
Current events, feelings, emotions and immediate life are my muse. They make my right brain sing.
The weird part is that the rest of my life is meticulously planned. I have calendar events that go out weeks or months. I plan for my kids, my house projects, time with my friends, etc. Things may go awry and make plans change and that can send me into a tizzy if it is last minute, but it happens and I can roll with it. But I do like to plan ahead. That’s the chess player in me. The logical side. The left side. Clean, clear and concise.
Classic left brain versus right brain. Science reassures, art disturbs.
As I understand it most people have one side of the brain that is dominant. That is not the case with me. Both sides are of my brain are equal and constantly vie for attention. And sometimes I go mad ricocheting in between them. But, as Charles Bukowski once said, “Some people never go mad - What horrible lives they must lead.”
That’s who I am and I refuse to apologize for it.