Ainsley Drew, of Ministry of Imagery once asked me how often I wrote what I loved. I really enjoyed the conversation we had, even if I realize in hindsight that it was more an interview than a conversation. Perhaps that’s one of the things that makes her most talented: her ability to engage people. She’s really quite an amazing individual, and I’ve never met her.
Anyway, how often to I write what I love? Not often. A brief glance over the pages of this blog will tell you that it’s not often that I manage to write anything at all, much less what I love. I lack the confidence to write anything and am, without fail, nowhere near a computer when I have an idea I might actually put fingers to keyboard to write about. I’ve had some good ideas lately, but alas, they’re gone, having not been written down or written about in a timely fashion. If I have a muse, she’s a sadistic sort who loves giving me inspiration at the worst possible time.
Perhaps I’m destined to love in the background, an extra in the play played out on the stage of life. Maybe a stagehand. Maybe I’m the gorilla that walks through the people bouncing balls that no one sees. I don’t know. I do know that I want to write what I love. I just need to find it when I’m capable of doing so.