Wow. We ain’t been here in a while, huh? Or, at least not in this capacity. And while the reasoning behind that is twofold, it’s all on me. One the one hand, I had convinced myself that those that fucked with me did so more for my creative writing than me hopping on here to rant in 1000 words or less (and sometimes more). And on the other hand, BLOGGING AIN’T EASY! Especially for a smart mouth word monger with a touch of ADHD like yours truly. I realized that just like creative writing, this is skill that has to be exercised. And when you don’t use it, it will atrophy on your ass. With that being said, I salute those that can sit down on a regular basis and pour their thoughts out onto an electronic device in a coherent manner. I wanna be like y’all when (read: if) I ever grow up.

A little housekeeping business before we get into today’s topic. Those of you that have read this blog in the past (because nobody is currently reading it, I ain’t had a site visit in months lol) may have noticed that some posts have disappeared. No, your ISP (Internet Service Provider) isn’t fucking with you. They were taken down for a reason. I’m trying to grow my brand as a writer in multiple ways at the same time (ADHD remember?) so I’m going about the process of separating the different mediums I write in. This blog, as it has been for the better part of my adult life will continue to serve as a place for me to come and share my thoughts on whatever moves me to put it in writing. And I promise to do it more often, and eventually on a regular basis. But for those that want to delve into the worlds that I create? Well, those have been moved to Patreon. If you’re interested, here’s the link: https://www.patreon.com/mbradleythewordsmith

Now that we got that shit out of the way, let’s get back to today’s topic. This is an interesting one because it speaks to what you’re truly passionate about. So… what’s the one thing I’d love to try? I think I’d try my hand at visual arts. Maybe painting or sculpting. As a creative, I have the utmost respect for those that create in ways that are different from me and my aspirations. Plus, I’ve already tried my hand at the performing arts (a story for another day maybe) and the literary arts (obviously, duh), so why not go for the trifecta? Maybe that’s how I’ll spend my “retirement” years.

This topic brings to mind a conversation I had with a coworker earlier this week. Since writing my novel (revised version coming soon), I’ve noticed that I’ve become an advocate for people telling their stories. That’s not to say that I believe everyone is a writer or that writing is easy. I still stand firm on the belief that it takes a God-given ability to do what I love to do at the level that I do it at. I liken it to playing professional sports: anybody can play basketball, but the truly exceptional play in the NBA. But the topic of them always seeing me in the break room with my iPad (for which I desperately need a keyboard) came up. Now I’ll admit: most times I’m in the break room watching one of the bazillion streaming services I have access to. But lately, I’ve been trying to get back into the groove of writing. So when ,y coworker asked me what I was doing (actually she assumed that I was doing homework), I proudly jumped on my soapbox and proclaimed that I was writing. This was overheard by another coworker (nosey ass folks man lol) who interjected that she was thinking about writing a book, she even had what sounded like the backbone of a storyline. Her issue: she couldn’t find the time to work on it. Oh my God, why she gotta say that to me?! I conjured up all the righteous indignation I could muster and delivered an award-worthy monologue about how she should devote time to her writing if it’s something she’s truly passionate about. I even threw something in about giving 8 hours a day to the job, but not being willing to give 4 to your craft. Yeah, I was on one. But then I went home that night and played Madden instead of working on my own writing.

Well guys and gals, this has been fun! We really should do this more often, right? Yeah, I know what you’re gonna say: you’re more than willing to do your part, I need to hold up my end of the bargain. Whatever man. Y’all got the easy part. I’m the one that’s got to string these words together in such a way that it captivates you and makes you want to come back for more. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. Peace and love until next time.