June, India

I’m afraid that my writing, along with my critical thinking and ability to self-analyze, feel, and reflect, will continue to atrophy if I don’t write more. It is becoming more and more of a struggle to write something coherent with each passing day. Writing is certainly like exercising a muscle – the longer it goes unused, the weaker (and harder to use) it gets. Confidence in its appearance and ability wanes and gives way to further inertia.

So start somewhere, and start simply. Just write, even if it doesn’t make sense, seems self-indulgent, or won’t impress anyone, including the author. To muster up the courage and self-determination required for a lanky, awkwardly-shaped boy to lift those lighter weights in the public arena of the gymnasium is a first victory, upon which greater successes are built. And so here I am re-familiarizing myself with words and their lives and their companions, and relating them to the experiences of my life, here and now. My arrangement of said words, however trite or banal or plain mediocre, is my own, and is new. There’s always something there – a thought, a muscle, a life – that could be nurtured, exercised, and developed into something productive and worthwhile. Convincing myself otherwise might have been the greatest contribution to its gradual atrophy.

Kirk FranklinHello Fear


It is raining heavily again outside; I hear the excess waters overflow from the rooftop and splatter on the concrete below. It’s late, and the crazy roosters should be crowing around now. Perhaps they’ve taken shelter further into the garden, considering the downpour.

Someone asked me to intersperse my writings with lighter posts. And while this past week has been particularly somber, moments of happiness do interrupt my days. I celebrate every little victory that comes. So, stayed tuned for LOL CATZ posts in the near future.

Kyoto, Japan

I keep telling myself that spring is coming, that spring is here, even though today gusty winds brought a chill to the city.