The baby and I snuggled together
on a chilly October morning.
31 October 2007

Since English seems to be the new… well… English, I’ve been experimenting with accents.  Here is a sample (you have to click the play button twice):

I keep writing snippets of non-existent novels and playing with voices.

Now, here’s the bizarre thing: I realize that I will be dead in an extremely short time in the grand scheme of things.  The memory of my existence and all I did will become nothing within the enormity of time and space.  And yet, even with this knowledge, I am still hesitant to create anything.  I am still filled with fear that I will seem ridiculous… you know, as one deserving ridicule.

One of my favorite sayings comes from Virgil, the wise chicken in Mighty Max.  Max learns that Norman, his protector, is afraid of spiders, and is completely surprised because Norman has never shown fear of anything.  Max says to Virgil, “I always thought Norman was so brave.”  And Virgil replies, “Bravery is not lack of fear; it is acting in spite of fear.”

Creativity is not lack of fear; it is creating in spite of fear.