This writing thing – definitely not like riding a bicycle.
And with that profoundly brilliant observation I begin again, this writing thing. More out of love and need than want, more to prove to myself that I still can, and mostly – because I used to write really well, and I miss using that talent – or letting it use me. If I can do it again, if I can do anything well, then I feel it’s a minor tragedy to let it go to waste.
I think that this is a part where I can have some fun, and be inspired at the same time: For those of you who used to read my blogs back when I was writing every day in Tribe or LiveJournal – could you please did through your memories – or hell, even dig through the words I wrote back then, and let me know of your favorite time, or entry, or – anything?
Yeah, I’m calling upon you to validate me, if you would. Let me know, let me remember that I used to make a difference through my words. That, I believe, might help. I mean hell – even some of my emails were beautiful things, to the point of someone wanting to make a movie about me and a love affair I had through words while living in New Orleans, and some pretty serious talk about it…
But alas, that never came to happen – at least not yet. There may be talks again.
…In order to move forward I should probably bring you up to date – briefly, at least. In moving back to San Francisco, I found that Fisherman’s Wharf was not the same for a Busker – which is the official name for a ‘Street Performer’. It had changed, been saturated by the silver-painted pieces of shit who took all art away from what was once one of the nations most wonderful – and lucrative, places to busk. Eventually there just wasn’t enough money in it to continue, and though I miss it dearly and have every intention of busking again, it won’t be there.
I live in a motor-home in the Portrero/Mission area of San Francisco, and I think the name of my motor home is “The Rabbit” – in hopes that the highways and odd, seldom traveled routes of this country will once again become my rabbit hole- full of never ending adventure and amazing people met along the way.
My laptops name is Clotho – first of the Three Fates, the giver of life. Kinda pathetic, I know – but it is what it is.
In Busking, as in performing with groups such as Vau de Vire Society and many others, I found my love – but wanted to take the beauty further. Take it to everyone who could find it, and let them know how much beauty there is in the world – the amazing performers, troupes, events… so I created a magazine in order to do that. Big Top Magazine is now my current obsession, and the first issue went online on May 1st, 2008 – Mayday, Beltane. Working endlessly every day to make it better is what I do. Almost literally, all I do, day in and day out – as except for an amazingly wonderful person – appropriately named Angel – who does all of the transcribing, I do every tiny thing for Big Top Magazine, from interviews to site design to finding advertisers so it (and I ) can survive, and hopefully very soon, prosper.
Credit where credit is due though, a person named Cameron took it upon herself and volunteered to build the new Big Top site, and the base of the new Big Top site, which is much better than the last one, was built by her. It went live on February 9th, 2009.
It’s now 3:39am and I’m still waiting for the street sweeper to go by so I can get my incredibly coveted parking spot on this street where I am able to pick up an open WiFi connection. The candles are burning, I’m getting tired, the writing has deteriorated into mundane blather.
Enough for the first day back in the words. Right now the Big Top Magazine site is down for a very brief time, but it will be back again – and better than ever, with many wonderful articles of the New Circus, Steampunk, Style, ATS Belly Dance and so very much more! I intend to have it in print by the second anniversary, May 10th, 2010.
I’m going to be writing every day in order to find the language of the words again, as I need to – but if you happen to read this, let me know. Knowing that it is read by someone is perhaps the most inspiring thing these days, and will make a better writer of me a bit quicker – back to where I was when I stopped… Why the fuck did I stop, anyway? Lesson learned. Must. keep Writing.
With love, dreams, and the waiting adventure,
By the way? I think I’m already in love with WordPress for my new blog. That will help. They seem to really know their shit.