[Jack Kerouac c.1956]
[Jack Kerouac c.1956]
ETA: Also updated the following pages: About, Colophon, FAQ.
I can’t believe it’s been a whole two months since I updated here and I actually had plans to be using this a lot more. Well I’ll get to the original reason of this post (this first part here) and the under the cut will be a bit more personal.

FIRST OFF –  I was paper journaling earlier and I hadn’t taken thought to the date when I started. Incidentally, I began writing three and a half pages (which is a lot given my tiny writing and the fact that I can fit 17-20 words per single line on a dotted A5 sized (medium) Leuchtturm1917) on Jack Kerouac and how he has not only influenced my writing but also influenced my desire to and my many attempts at travel during 2004-2011. I’ve been to New York City and Detroit, and in Ontario (places where I’ve stayed overnight or longer): Windsor, Barrie, Mississauga, Toronto, Sudbury, Manitoulin Island, Espanola, North Bay, Penetanguishene, Simcoe, St Thomas, London, Port Dover, Nanticoke, Halimand County, Niagara-On-the-Lake, Crystal Beach, Niagara Falls, Welland, St Catherines, Port Dalhousie, Burlington and I’ve discovered and walked 30% of the Bruce Trail. I stopped this once agoraphobia became too much but I plan to travel again.

So with that, I would like to share my little birthday wish to the man who convinced me to make those dreams reality.

You would be 95 today, which is strange to think about. As a long-time fan of your work, I feel like I know so much about your life and it’s actually been 50 years since you wrote all of it. Your books were life-changing for me and helped pave the way to my own need to get my story out there on paper.

You inspired me to travel, to forget about what was socially ‘correct’ and ‘acceptable’ and to just live life the way I needed to – on the edge and without thought to judgment and second-guessing my every move.

Your works taught me about freedom and how important it is to have solid life experiences and to be able to reflect upon the good and the bad as the greatest teachers we could ever have. Happy birthday, Jack.


Now, for some personal stuff as well as State of the Blog stuff.

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004. Isolation.

It’s all scribble. I don’t really have anything original to say. Writing can’t save me. How can I escape from the demons in my head?

Hemingway had this classic moment in ‘The Sun Also Rises’ when someone asks Matt Campbell how he went bankrupt, all he can say is, “Gradually, then suddenly.” That’s how depression hits. You wake up one morning afraid you’re going to live. —Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

Being bipolar is an excuse to be a bitch. Having borderline personality disorder is an excuse to explain away the guilt, the hot-and-cold emotions (on-again, off-again relationships), the flitting in and out of people’s lives until they can no longer take it and you find yourself without friends. Having a mental illness is a crutch, an excuse to do stupid, regretful actions and to say horrible, regretful words. 

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