While sitting in the parking lot of a grocery store, waiting to finish a buisness transaction, I realized something: all of my life, I have been a writer. I wrote stories. I wrote plays. I wrote video games. I had a livejournal, a greatestjournal… all of that.
Now I don’t write anymore, or hardly.
I don’t reflect. I needed that reflection, because it kept me sane. The feedback helped, too. I’ve been trying to use facebook to satiate that same need, but it doesn’t work. I get feedback, sometimes, but I have to write my thoughts in 400 character or less blips (140 on twitter) that don’t nearly have the same depth as journaling does.
Facebook will be my way of sharing my writings. It’s shallow, and therefore deserves shallow usage. I’m going back to writing and reflecting. I am working on a research project that details the connection between the rediscovery of King Tut’s tomb by Howard Carter in 1922 and its influence on the works produced during the Harlem Renaissance. All this time, I’ve been trying to start researching with articles, but (as you’ll see in the next post), I’ve been doing the whole process upside down.
Which means that I need to figure something else out for this blog. Fitness in the Round is just too general. I’m also trying to fight out my dietitian/art historian dilemma. Can’t I do both?