Sad that I missed it this year!
It’s a big day for me. My online class is up for the offering. It starts October 25th. I’m in the middle of preparing the syllabus and I think that it will be an interesting course for anyone who writes creative nonfiction. It will be nice to teach again; it’s been over ten years since I’ve been in a classroom. The major difference is that this is a virtual classroom. The coolest thing about online education is that you show up to class when it’s convenient for you. As long as you meet your deadlines and participate in the discussions, you’re okay. I did it for two years of grad school, so I’m really looking forward to the experience being the online instructor this time.
Also today, the official announcement goes out that I am an assistant editor at the online literary journal Drunk Monkeys. At last! I’ve broken the digital barrier and now I’m writing for an online magazine. It seems like this blog came just in the nick of time, to chronicle the bridging of the gap between where I left off twelve years ago in my career, and now. I made a little money in between working in the film industry, but somehow the appeal of being a near broke starving artist, working for pennies and cred, is alluring. The feeling is always “this is going to lead to something great!” In the meantime, I’m wondering if they’re gonna turn off the lights because my payment arrangement is a few days late. There’s a sick thrill in relishing in these types of opportunities. I’ve lived with the same kind of hunger since my first article was published in 1991.
I didn’t know where my literary efforts would lead me, but I did it again and again, and man did I have some memories behind a lot of those articles and encounters: interviewing Notorious B.I.G. the night before his first album Ready To Die dropped, snapping photos of Tupac performing at the record release party for 2Pacalypse Now, his first album, interviewing the entire Wu-Tang Clan, to name a few. I was broke, but happy. My grandfather told me back then, as long as you have a roof over your head, clothes on your back and food to eat, you’re doing alright. I’m still doing alright, and my sons seem to be pretty happy when they’re at my apartment playing on the Xbox and eating homemade ice cream.
It’s a hustle to keep this dream alive and make it grow in the process. The digital age is still a new landscape to me. I’ve peeped it out through virtual binoculars and I can’t even see the horizon, which means that there is plenty of ground to build these dreams into realities, just like the artists I knew in the analog age, some who didn’t make it this far. Their inspiration and belief in the hustle gives me reason to keep reinventing the hunger that I felt back then and use it to feed the muse.
Source: Writing Class
Source: Call for Submissions
There are not enough hours in the day. That’s what a lot of people say. I personally think that there just aren’t enough days in the week. Extra days in a week add the opportunity to work. Extra hours in a day add the opportunity to sleep.
I’ve been trying to figure out what should I be doing on this blog. The number one that comes to mind is, keep writing. No one likes an empty blog! It’s like watching web pages load on a dial-up connection.
I’ve got to be interesting, number two. I can be a very smart and entertaining guy in my own head, but what happens when those thoughts start to fall out spontaneously into the blogosphere? I’ll conquer those fears as they come, which leads to number three…
Keep it real. There’s a card I keep on my desk from my niece which reads: “Real doesn’t just happen. Real’s something you have to work hard to become. Real’s something you have to work hard to remain.” I’ve had my ups and downs in life, and the key factor through those triumphs and failures has been taking responsibility for the choices I’ve made. Those who know me well know that I’m a risk taker. When you own up to something, good or bad, that’s keeping it real. Recognize your favors and your faults, because everyone else does.
Bear with me as this blog evolves. I can’t give all of me in one fell swoop. I’m a work in progress. I have a lot of friends in a lot of different walks of life. That’s part of the Loupy D vibe. Like the name suggests, there are a lot of circles in my life; from the red blood cells squeezing through my veins to the cycles which govern universal law, I recognize the oneness of us all. I recognize the beauty of the written word and it’s power to initiate peace and unity, and I just so happen like to write. No, I’m passionate about writing, and with this blog I’m kindling a flame to start a fire where we can all gather around and sing Kumbay-…
Wait! Let me slow it down y’all. This is just one point in the circle. I’m sure in time this blog will expand, and more reasons to keep it going will come in the making. I’m sure it will ripple with other circles out there. Maybe the purpose of this blog will grow out of my hands. I won’t get any extra days in my week, but I will dedicate more of my days to being a better writer.
Like a lot of people, I have trouble getting out of my bed in the morning and doing the things that stimulate my body and mind. I’ve got the soul part down though; I’ll get up to pray and then get back in bed to meditate on what I should be doing next. My bed is a notorious motivational killer.
Exercise is great in the morning. It gets the blood flowing, and your heart gets a nice jump start for the day. It’s similar to warming up the car after it’s been resting all night. All the juices get to flow to the vital parts, and when they’re all happy, VROOM! The same applies to writing. I can’t tell you how many writing warm-up exercises I’ve learned over the past couple of years, and I learned that they are certainly useful. They definitely get the brain juices gushing, and a certain sense of satisfaction takes over as I see what started out as pointless scribbling become the basis for something deeper to develop over time, or the output of a bunch of junk that was cluttering the creative compartments of my cranium.
My problem is sticking to a routine. I do freelance work, and every week holds a new series of tasks and destinations for me to schedule around my life. Add to this the distraction of social media apps, readily available to prolong bed time by allowing me to scroll, swipe and tag things that appeal to my senses of righteousness, humor and attraction, and there created is a formula for complacency.
There is no excuse for merely thinking about getting out of the bed. I need to round out the nourishment that my body and spirit needs to exist optimally. Every opportunity missed is an opportunity to build upon what could be a healthy, lifelong habit. My mentors and doctor can’t be wrong. Well I guess they could be, but after all, I have put faith in these people to tell me what’s good for me because I chose them to do just that. All I have to do now is follow their advice. Simple, right? Yes, but I am one who needs to be pushed. I had a trainer, but now I can’t afford one. I used to write in my journal everyday, but some days it just seems pointless to write.
This blog has a purpose. I meditate about this blog when I’m lying on my ultra premium pillow top mattress. I struggle with topics and what I want to share, but today meditation turned into action. I pushed myself, and it feels great. This is one less thing that I need to stop beating myself in the head for not doing. The next thing is finding that push to get on the bike or taking a hike around the neighborhood, but as for now my cranium needs to enjoy some of the oxygen that’s coming in after this long exercise. Peace to you all, and get out of bed!