I was a quirky child.
For most of you this will come as no great surprise.
Sure, I tried to
mask it cover it with hairspray & sequins:
but down deep inside this was who I *really* was:
While friends giggled about nights hidden under the covers reading Sweet Valley High or Flowers in the Attic—-I spent my nights with an older man.
A John Steinbeck man.
Grapes of Wrath. Of Mice and Men.
California dust bowl sort of stuff.
One of my fave Steinbeck books was his lesser-read Travels with Charley where he wrote about his cross-country road trip with his standard poodle.
(yep. I’m sure some of you can see where I’m heading with this)
It was the 1960s and Steinbeck had written fiction for about as long as Ive been a blogger.
His rationale for packing up, leaving his wife and traveling the country with canine?
He was moved by a deep desire to see the country on a *personal* level since he’d made his living writing about it.
Steinbeck longed to reconnect with America for many reasons—–a large one being he felt “pretty much depleted as a novelist.”
These six words have echoed in my misfit-head since I relaunched my blog.
I don’t feel depleted as writer, yet I do share his sentiment of wanting to spend more time among the stuffs & people about which I write.
Steinbeck felt called to rip himself from the typewriter and answer the question:
What are Americans like today?
I feel pulled to yank the social media plug a bit to explore and answer the question:
From fitness to family what things are universally *important* to us & unite rather than divide—no matter how different our exteriors appear.
Exploring the Bay.
Chatting up my fellow Oaklandites (shoot. Oaklandians? I need to look into that…).
And bringing back stories.
Lots and lots of stories.
- Do you feel pulled to LIVE not BLOG ABOUT LIFE to replenish your story fodder?
- With so many social media platforms do you feel we’re *all* reporting our lives—less than actually LIVING?
*bonus points if you know the movie from which Ive stolen/mangled this quote.