Other than emails, some projects for work, and a sermon or two, the preceding blog entry constitutes my first public prose in almost four years.
Has this been writer's block? Not quite. My work for BENT, twenty-five essays spread across six-and-a-half years, has been a mixed blessing. Thousands of accumulated words, more than enough for an essay collection, permanently archived yet part of transitory individual memories, at once tangible and spectral.
In former years, I told people I was a writer. After all, I did it regularly; people read me, and were in dialogue with me and my work. Then, I stopped. Life got hectic, chaotic, occasionally insane.
I hear a voice in my head, telling me that real writers write all the time......How did writing change from something I did damn well into something I only used to do?
In some alternate universe, maybe I have already published a stimulating essay collection and am already hard at work on a second or third volume of reflections. But not in this reality. Not yet, anyway.
Over the next few weeks, this blog, like Janus, will look both backward and forward. The DK BENT 25 will be in dialogue with new issues and revisited controversies, and I hope that readers both veteran and new will feel comfortable joining the conversation.
I don't have a clue what might happen. I just know I needed to start. Come along with me.......
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