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Saturday, January 22, 2011

Stumbled upon Ziggy Kinsella

...and his fabulous blog of "horror, dark fiction, writing tips and rants" at The Feckless Goblin a while ago. How many times must I admit how very essential it is to possess writer's angst? I dunno, but it comes around as often as the trash collectors these days, and I'm never prepared to release all my reservations. It's not that I'm not sufficiently 'mad' enough, as Kerouac describes, to wear an attitude that deflects the hostilities of others; it's just that admitting it doesn't come easy - writing about it, even less.  In fact, I'd prefer to be a cherry flavored "popsicle" - sweet, cool, with the ability to duck back into the deep freeze when situations get too hot.

Over the course of time a sunny outlook has enabled me to write glowing reports of local tourist attractions and civic organizations using a simple formula to produce a simple result - either it's mouth-watering, inviting or nobody makes money.  Of course, it's hard to remain cool and calm when one is secretly smoldering.  Socially and politically, I've been right, left, center, and historically back and forth several times into the abyss.  I'm completely disgusted with hypocritical, self-serving people who'd rather maintain their own personal peace and affluence than consider anything outside the box on the behalf of society other than token solutions.  I don't mind leaders disagreeing with each other; I don't mind them being uncivil. They can shout themselves silly, call each other names and point fingers all they want, as long as they're willing to come back and work things out.  But I do mind any refusal to consider reasonable remedies over tarnished principals and closed ideologies by people who spout empty promises at every level...

Given those sentiments, the icy facades melts rather quickly - I've plenty of angst below the surface, and still don't feel good about it... but thanks, Ziggy! You're right - it brings out the writer every time...

(Photo, "Old Sisters in Shawls" by Cynthia Kinkel, August 2004)

Friday, January 21, 2011

I talk a lot about being focused...

...mainly because I'm not, in fact I'm all over the place. I'm either getting bogged down in trivial pursuits, or sidetracked into thinking I can do many things at once, and do them well, so perhaps it's best to just see how this develops.

For the past several years I've published a small newspaper here on Tybee Island called The Tybee Times. How quickly media services around the globe have undergone big changes, cutting their budgets and staff in a move to publish online while the printing industry languishes. The reason, the cost of printing far outweighs the cost of free sourcing news on the web if you have the means to research and produce the content.

I made the decision to stop printing this year out of financial and physical necessity, and WordPress was my choice of venues for our publication's website.  I'm now wrestling with options to attract new advertisers to an expanding global market, not just local, while still considering ways to continue offering the publication free of charge, which is kind of tricky since contributing writers as well as editors deserve to be paid.  Still, the change allows more time for freelancing and other pursuits, as I'm no longer producing the layout for a printed edition on a regular basis, so it's all good.

I'm also hoping to eliminate a few items that have kept me distracted for years - another default process, I must admit, but these days one can ill afford not to do things well...


(Photo above, "Back River Sandbar" by Katie Kinkel, July 2010)
(Photo on the blog footer, "Eclipse 2011" by Nancy Heffernan, January 2011)