CENSORED BLOGGER AGREES WITH CENSORS

Am I a censored blogger?

Yes, I am. And it’s fair.

If I weren’t censored I’d have a lot more material to work with.

Not everyone wants a part in this long running project.

My most blog worthy topics say, “Keep me out of it.”

But I keep asking.

I scroll social media and read something that sounds familiar and think, ‘I’ve got a better story.’

It’s a story that never gets told because my inspirations are reluctant to participate.

Maybe I’m a bad salesman? Not a closer?

What it does is force me to focus on my story and leave the rest for someone else to tell.

That’s why it’s called ‘creative writing.’

 

Not Censored

I remember reading stories, then reading the back stories on the writers.

They worked as loaded as possible, tanking up on booze, weed, and pills.

Norman Mailer with the pills, Ernest Hemingway writing drunk and editing sober.

Hunter Thompson blacked out on ether.

I’m not calling bullshit on any of it, but it seems unlikely that anyone would be motivated to do anything but lay down as wasted as they portrayed themselves.

When the drugs kick in they hit the keyboard?

Sure they did.

Bob Dylan started out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuff?

 

Now if you see Saint Annie
Please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move
My fingers are all in a knot
I don’t have the strength
To get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my doctor
Won’t even say what it is I’ve got

I started out on burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they’d stand behind me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to call my bluff
I’m going back to New York City
I do believe I’ve had enough

 

Censored Blogger Challenge

I do have one blog fan in my writing life that doesn’t complain.

That’s right, my dog.

She likes being in pictures, hanging out, and adding her two cents.

When she was small one neighbor said, “Don’t leave her out in the yard or hawks might see her as prey.”

Another said, “Don’t leave her alone in the yard or coyotes might see her as prey.”

What I knew for certain was she saw me as prey as she chewed my arm.

We have an understanding we both agree on.

She needs a lot of love and she does need me.

 

 

When you and your dog high five each other, it’s a sign.

It’s a bond, the sort of bond some people get with the creative process.

I feel it every day.

If you’ve got something missing in your otherwise full life, it could be doing something creative, something only you can do.

Your story is that missing part.

Instead of watching time pass, do something with it.

Make it stand still.

That’s what happens with writing every post on boomerpdx.

Then the clock starts running after hitting the publish button.

And there it goes.