“America I am putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.”

I have a lot of thoughts about a lot of things, but I’ve allowed my outlets for expressing most of them to dwindle to nothing. This isn’t good for me, so here I am learning blogging software on the fly in order to get things out of my head and into the world in some form. It’s midnight and it takes me many minutes to compose a single sentence, so I really ought to let it alone soon.

I read a rule for blogging once to the effect that a writer won’t find an audience if they don’t focus their subject matter. That’s not gonna happen here, unless you consider “whatever is floating around in Becky’s brain” focused subject matter. I am making a place for me to write about everything I’ve neglected, and if it’s interesting or beneficial for anyone else at all, that’s a bonus. If I’m just shouting into a void, well, that’s ok… it beats being consumed by my own silence. I have a lot of work to do.

On my mind: Allen Ginsberg’s “America” (1956)

“When will you re-invent the heart?”