Magic Pants

Okay, so for a while I locked myself out of my own blog; this is just as embarrassing as it sounds. But I found the keys, so to speak, and I'm gonna try and not lose them again.

As a fairly introverted person by nature, blogging is not quite my strong suit, but I'm also a writer, and so the two kinda cancel out. Like many so-called introverts, I can get quite rowdy among friends or when engaged in passionate conversation, but I have to be good and comfortable or good and drunk for that to happen. However, when I write, it's like a whole 'nother part of brain is involved (which scientifically is the case, I'm pretty damn sure), and I can bypass my shyness and go right for the dreaded 'overshare', where I quickly cross the line into uncomfortable territory.

The cool thing is, that's kind of a creator's job, or at least it's the kind of work that I enjoy the most. And the fact is, if you study any creative person's output long enough, you start to see a few themes recur, and if you look really, REALLY close, it's like they've opened up the top of their heads and handed you a magnifying glass.

Whether you're a writer, actor, photographer, dancer or whatever, when you share your art with the world, you're always a little bit naked; it's like the dreams I still sometimes have where I'm back in high school and I discover I don't have any pants, and I have to figure out how the hell I'm gonna get home without anyone noticing. That frightening feeling disappears when you wake up, but for the artisitc person, it never truly goes away. So what you have to do is develop the confidence to conjure up a pair of 'magic pants'; you know they're not really there, but if you're lucky, you can fool yourself into believing they're real, enough to walk outside and strut yourself. It's almost like the Emperor's new clothes, but you're actually in on the gag.

I love writing and I love acting and improvising, and I want to do a lot more of these things; now if you'll excuse me, I need to walk around a bit without any pants.

This is a test.

Testing, testing! Are you there, Blob? It's me, Bob.