Honesty, Reconsidered

This blog isn’t me.

At least, not as much as I’d like it to be. In this space, authenticity sometimes gets managed. Faults turn into quirks, observations become epiphanies, raw gets polished. I’m not trying to be disingenuous or anything so conscious; the dishonesty lies with myself. I have to stop thinking of growth and development as a punctuated equilibrium. As Robert Greene says, “anything of size and stability grows slowly.” Acting otherwise is either vanity or victimhood.

If you’re an artist of any sort, and ran into one of your fans or critics, would you have them wonder who they just met? Moving forward, I want my writing to be trailing me, not the other way around. If there is any gravity to my words, I would hope it resides in their honesty, not in the sounds they make.