Where The Funk Were You?

The time I intended to set aside daily for creative writing has been compromised by my own busy-ness and the business of others that I have deemed deserving of my attention.

Uprooting 21 years of an established life in one corner of a country and transplanting it thousands of miles away in an entirely different climate and culture requires attention to details that can, if you let them, consume most of the 24 hours in a given day.  This has not been conducive to me getting my Funk on, but I've been making a few active adjustments. 

Writing something that will hold your attention for the few minutes of time that you have and may be willing to give me is a challenge that gets compounded by the time constraints that I have allowed to interrupt and restrict my creative endeavors. 

The numerous attempts to post and publish bits of my experiences and observations that I hope you will find interesting, entertaining, and meaningful to you have been thwarted by other tasks that I have allowed to take precedence over my desire to write.   My advice on the matter is to not let this happen to you!    To do so is a serious infraction of one of the founding principles and mission of The Funk House Art Garden:  To cultivate and inspire art with determination.  

I'm thankful that I have reclaimed my right to a creative space that is safe, forgiving, and designed to inspire.   If you have a desire to create something, don't talk yourself out of doing it.  Acknowledge it, honor it, and see where it leads you.

~T.