Am I a writer, a blogger, or a word channel?

Where does all this come from? Sometimes when I write I often go, wow I came up with this? Did I ever think about writing more seriously when I was young? Not really. As a kid I loved stories, imagination and pretend… hmm… good things to consider as to why I love anime? I didn’t particularly like English class as it was mostly boring and doing the same thing every year… no creative expression, just grinding. Yet when I take the essence of writing into my own hands and with my own voice, or vernacular, it becomes something beautiful.

I can’t take full credit. Sometimes I think I am pulling words from the either, the void. I view writing like meditation, because both can be considered a Zen practice. When relaxed and open, words can flow like water. But like the seasons it comes and goes. When I write I care not too much about grammar; who created these rules and why do I have to follow them? I much prefer poetry and musical flow than being perfect crossing my T’s and dotting my I’s. Balderdash! Be like Edgar Allan Poe, or Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Shakespeare, etc. and paint visual soundscapes with written words. Words in themselves may not have meaning except what we assign to them, but they can sound beautiful together. Like a chord on a piano… I love major 7s!

Writing has been a blessing for me as of late. I often consider myself a creative individual; I can play guitar, I love LEGO, I love anime, makeup is a fun medium, I work as a graphic artist, etc. While my career path sounds very promising, it has led me into a dead end as of late. I don’t create anything at work, just resize and plug info into templates… not what I thought I would be doing when I was in college. And by the way, any young folks who are in college, I will ask why? Consider this. I got mostly straight A’s, a job in my major (which took a while because I had no clue who I was) and well… it did not end up with the promise of being rich and fabulous. On the other hand I do think back to my college days, in particular when I transferred to finish my Bachelors. My favorite class was not any of the art classes I took… it was my English class?

Perhaps this was due to my professor? A large African American gentlemen who had a great laugh and wore traditional African clothing instead of a suit or khakis! He was a little different and I like people who are genuine to themselves. Perhaps because they can bring that out in all of us? He taught us to think critically, question things and don’t settle for a simple answer. He was the most influential teacher I had for my final two years of study and sadly I don’t remember his name, but I do remember his legacy. Because of that English class I enjoyed writing for the first time and even wrote the material in my art projects when copy was needed.

And then years later I have this site here at CAM. Like a garden I tend it and am always happy to see others enjoy the fruit that bears from this website. I don’t push with social media, or over market, as it is not my thing. CAM is like a Buddhist temple, come and go as you please, stay as short, or as long as you want and know that you are always welcome whoever you are. I am not here to enforce anything on you, I just spread this beautiful cultural medium of anime that I love and connect with all of you. I just write all these words, these blog entries and that in itself is satisfying to me.

Author: Josh

I love anime, particularly the the titles of the 1980s. I grew up with a small handful of these titles, but I have always wanted to know more of what was available. I currently live in the Midwest of the U.S. and also have passions for astrology, music and being outside… often barefoot!

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