I used to sit down and write when I was a child, growing up in school, and I would freeze. I would put it off for another day until there were no more days left and then I would churn painfully out a pressurized, route, dry, personality-less topic in ten pages or less, double spaced, and hand it in. I knew I was supposed to be a writer but I couldn’t understand why it was so painful for me.

Fast forward, nearing two decades later, I have learned that real writing is the art of letting go. Of letting your Soul be experienced on the page. Of letting your vulnerability flow wordlessly into thought and surprising yourself with what ends up on the page. It’s nothing of what I was taught was good writing. That is all done in the editing process, which is also nothing of what I was taught. That the editing is just as important as the writing and how to do it — that it’s far from just searching for grammar and syntax errors. It’s where your work takes form, from feeble thought, into anchored idea built upon by layers of tinkering and intuition.

I am going to take this time here in this space, to do what I do best and what I’ve learned I’m meant to do, let thought form into usable idea, let vulnerability guide my actions. I’m going to take this time to really write as I have learned and see what thought turns into. There will be proper articles as my mind is a never-ending assessment machine going through the absurdities of life, just like you. There will be ideas that maybe are better than what we’ve got but are yet untested. And there will be all that I’ve learned and know for certain, put into form and word, in hopes that it may spark life in others.

I always like to start a new project with a dedication in my mind and so for this space I dedicate it to truth and the art of telling it. To writing the way my mind feels it and bringing it into space. May it go on to inspire many others to do the same.