Photo : somewhere on I-10 heading back from Baton Rouge to Austin (2021)
It’s 2:28am and I’m starting this up on a whim. (I wrote 2:30 am first but wanted to be more authentic so I went back and LOOKED at the exact time, therefore typed in the correct one. Would anyone really have busted me on that?)
Why? I am a long life *lover* books and in my older age, I’ve lived *quite* a life so far, so I figure why not start getting better at just putting more of it down on paper for complete strangers to read. It could turn into something in print. A novel? A memoir? Essays? A book of poetry? Who knows.
I’ve been an artist all my life. I’ve made a living doing photography (mainly for other people, aka weddings, portraits, families, and whatnot) for the last twenty plus years and have tried, well - STILL - trying to push myself to do more of my personal photography. SO perhaps….
a photo-essay-poetry-novel-memoir?
Dizzy yet? am I dizzy?
No, I’m not even tired, and it’s now 2:34am. I’m never tired. I’m sure I’m in my own delusional-denial state of mind about sleep being important. Delusenial, did I just create a new word?
Let’s go!
P.S. I even bought fresh ruled index notecards, wait - it just says “ruled index cards” oh so it’s not notecards? it’s RULED INDEX cards. Two 100 count 3x5 inch packs. I saw online somewhere on Instagram about the notecard system briefly. When I googled to find out more information on such a system to jot down notes, quotes, things that stood out - Ryan Holiday’s website came up, and had this link . I chuckled because AT THIS EXACT MOMENT, I’m reading his Ego Is The Enemy book which I purchased two weeks ago by randomly discovering his bookstore, The Painted Porch in Bastrop, Texas. How’s that for synchronicity?
XOXO
Tate