Mimi, where are you?

When I began blogging in 2007 I certainly had no idea what I was going to do with the blog.  I'm not a diary person and while I'm very practical, I do not overly plan things and I work at being disorganized.  I suppose I'm a complex mix of action and reaction.

When it comes to art and design or writing a creative piece, I instantly focus on those things and everything else becomes secondary.  Regarding the day to day stuff, most of it is boring so I mostly react.

I mention this because I'm once again wondering if there's a purpose for me blogging.  In retrospect, the last time I did a re-evaluation, I deleted 700 postings, waited awhile for any reaction and getting none, I deleted the blog.  Days went by and, bored with free time, I restarted my blog with all new stuff plus added two other blogs.  I had saved all the deleted postings but chose not to recycled them ... tho I know some of them are very good.

Which brings me to this posting's title, "Mimi, where are you?"

Mimi was one of my earliest readers and her blog was a well written and honest account of her life, her trials and tribulations and of her failures and successes. Her work revealed a strong woman with a few demons.  Her creative writings should be published (and hopefully they have been).

Mimi also had questions about the blogging process and she too started and erased blogs whenever the mood hit her.

I miss our conversations. You see, after deleting her last blog she also changed her email address and our thin thread of connectivity was lost. I suspect there might have been a crisis and she possibly moved to a different city or state. It's also possible she found a ton of work and had no time for blogging ... I totally get that.

I'm going to share a segment of an email from her, perhaps you will also sense the person - the creative person that is Mimi.

" ... i think the key is being able to infuse your skill with your passion.  That's why I love film.  To me, it encompasses everything that I love.  That's why I work every second I have to make something happen.  I wait for the day that I can etch out a living doing what I love.  Even if I never get there, I am happy...because I'm doing what I love.  Win-Win.

I think you're very right.  The biggest problem I have with pop fiction is the same problem I have with film.  It's like eating a Big Mac instead of a Gourmet meal.  Everything is so bland, so formula.  It all comes to a point where it sounds like a monotone voice that is boring into my skull.  Sometimes it's hard for me to believe that anyone would want to hear what I have to say, because what I have to say is so textured and at time unbearably painful, but for me, the process of telling the story is more about emotion and how the nuances of life write the story, and how everything, no matter how seemingly frivolous can bend and shape people and decisions...not about catching the psychopath or getting the girl.  In books like that, we all know the outcome.  It is safe.  It is like traveling to the same place every day, but differing your route by one safe city block.  You know you're going to make it, and chances are you wont be killed or carjacked on the way.  To me a good book/movie forces me to explore a new part of myself that I have never been to before, cutting my way through with a machete.  That is how I try to write.

I have always felt that success in such artistic fields is contingent on finding that one person who believes in you and is in the position to help you.  I guess I should be more proactive in getting my shit out there and maybe I will someday soon.  For now, I am enjoying the process, Heh. Even if it is just for the ten or so people who read my blog."