|The author, Dane F. Baylis|
1. I am a believer in the never ending process of learning. In that cause I would like to put out an invitation to poets living in the Ventura, California area. Wednesday nights, for the next four weeks, at 7 PM in Ventura at the Vita Art Center, 432 North Ventura Avenue, there will be an ongoing poetry workshop. This is a great opportunity to sharpen your craft and gather with other writers in the pursuit of excellence.
Okay, so the fumigators have taken down the tarps and aired the place out. The gas company has turned the service back on and only gigged me for a minor discrepancy. The Editor and Wife and I have returned from the hotel and put the cabinets, fridge, and yard back into shape. The cats have been rescued from Kitty Prison and are back in familiar surroundings and not the worse for the experience. (The muse cat has even been by the studio to visit, if only briefly.) All of this without missing a blog posting, work on a short story in progress, or keeping up with the Book Country Summer Writer's Challenge of five hundred words minimum per day.
Point? Even in the middle of all this disruption, the fingers have gone to the keyboard and the work has been done. How many times do I hear, this came up, that went on, the sky was cloudy, the birds wouldn't stop singing, or I just wasn't inspired? Honestly, you can't write because "the magic's" not there? Son-of-a-gun! I thought you were supposed to write harder if the muse abandoned ship. To think of all the time I've wasted when I could have been productively staring out windows, dammit!
I was reading another of those articles today. One in which the author pointed out the surge in epidemic sloth and lazy-assed rationalization that has replaced hard frigging work. From the schools to the workplace, everyone has got an excuse for not being able to do the job. Some of these are undoubtedly legitimate, but the vast majority are of the, "I just couldn't get my pudgy butt out from in front of the TV to study, write that paper, show up, learn some skills, put in the effort, or JUST PLAIN TRY!"
The frightening part of this is the spread of this terminally lethargic, whiny crap isn't confined to the arts. As a people, we have stopped trying! We no longer take on the hard tasks because, well, they're HARD. Yup, life's like that buck-o, and the sooner we stop doing things like passing people through the schools because we can't figure what syndrome they're suffering from other than the, "I just didn't feel like it blues", the better off we'll be. While we're at it, we might want to exercise our right at the ballot box to get the ones out of power who think obstructionism is somehow doing the people's business. And we can stop rewarding failing CEO's by handing them golden parachutes. I say give them empty ones and wave as they descend.
So, guys and girls, reach on down there, get a handful of waist band and put a cinch in those panties. It's time to do some honest work. Maybe then someone other than your mom will think you're just peachy. Sheesh!
Just a little something from your Uncle Dane.
Meanwhile...live, love, and write like you meant to.
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Dane F. Baylis