“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
I first came across this phrase when I rented a cute little cottage to finish a book. It was on a magnet on the fridge. I studied it warily, not quite understanding why I didn’t like it. Because it seemed I should. I felt obligated to like it.
I better get right to the point since I started with a swear word. But first, I’m still transitioning from essay to blog. Maybe we should call it ‘Blessay.’ But that sounds a little wonky-spiritual to me. I know of people who refuse to call it a potluck. They call it a ‘pot blessing.’ I mean, seriously: “Hey—you gonna bring that yummy casserole to the pot blessing?”
I used to write essays for my old website. Things change. People don’t write essays any more, they Blog. In a visually aesthetic way, Blog is an ugly word to me. Wish they could’ve come up with something nicer. Even pronunciation isn’t nice: it’s either BLAHG or BLAWG. This should have gone to committee. We should have called it Pie. Pie is nice in every way, visually and audibly, and we could have made it mean “Blog”, because we can do that.
Read more on First Blog Essay; On Blogs, Facebook, and the New World Order….
They say don’t quit your day job–so I didn’t for the latest project I wrapped. Over ten years and countless revisions in the making, The Palette is a modern-day quasi-allegorical impressionistic retelling of the Reformation. With supernatural stuff tossed in. Yeah–good luck to my agent on that one. She hits the streets with it soon, and any editor interested will have to be as whacked as I am.