Back From Sellout Corner


Holy shit has it been a long time. I have been battling myself back and forth what to do with this site, and what to do with my writing career. I would love to tell everyone on here that I have written scores of published children’s stories and all my dreams have come true. I would love to say this, but sadly I cannot. My writing just sorta….well….stalled. I was making really good progress on my children’s books but one day I just stopped writing. I don’t know why exactly I just stopped. I just remember getting settled in to start making magic when I realized there were 1000 more things I would rather be doing. I think I got so sucked into the children’s books and as a result I drifted far away from what my true identity as a writer really is. I have been going back forth with myself wondering if I should start writing again. I found my answer twenty minutes ago when I logged onto my wordpress account.

It had been sometime since I was last logged in and there had been many changes and to be honest with you I felt a bit out of place. I did notice that I had many unread comments which came as a much needed surprise. As I read through these comments I thought to myself how stupid it was of me to stop ever writing in the first place. I decided to push aside any useless task I was going to try and accomplish today, and just write.

Right now my life is surrounded with such dark clouds of uncertainty. The things I always thought were going to be in reality really are not. I am having a very difficult time coping with life and I have been discovering that my daily living activities are getting harder and harder to complete. I am all bound up in this tightly wound ball, and if I do not do something about this I may end up snapping and going nomadic. I don’t mean like bad ass ninja nomadic with their all black suits and many large sharp objects. I am talking about the scary nomad; the kind that wears white shirts and tacky ties wondering suburbia with a bible and a backpack. That thought for a brief moment made me feel a bit better. 

It’s the old cliché that days feel like months, hours seem like days, and every second hurts more than the last. One of my greatest coping mechanisms has always been writing and right now I need her more than anything. So like I said I logged onto the old WordPress and decided to just go wherever my fingers may take me…. Which apparently is here?

So where exactly is here, and how is here going to affect my life? I do know for the brief moment I decided to take and write this post has helped me get through this last hour, and let me tell you this last hour was truly killer. But here I am. I am still breathing. No bible. No ninja suit. I am here. Now where I am tomorrow may be completely different. I can walk away from these certain that I will jump back on the horse and start writing about this sick twisted world seen through my eyes. I can tell you with 100% certainty that I will be starting a new blog from scratch where I can write with the safety of a pen name. I did learn from my dealings with the Nazi onSesame Streetthat writing your true feelings can come at the cost of family, but in reality that is how I have always rolled and I really don’t plan on changing now.


About The Random Artist

When I started writing in this blog years ago I used my real name, “My Decent into Madness” was just published and my publisher wanted me to use this blog to help promote the book. Unfortunately due to my writing style and content I had to start using a pen name. What I was writing about was causing a lot of problems in my life, and was/would interfere with all of the positive things I was working on. I did not want the non-profit organization, and my children’s books to be negatively judged when someone googled my name. With that being said if you are one of my regulars you may have already noticed the change in my pen name along with a complete overhaul of this blog in general. The change was necessary to match the name of my company. I hate trying to write about myself unless it is relevant in one of my daily musings. I find this process extremely challenging, for example I have yet to complete my bio on my company website. It is odd because I consider myself a confessional writer, so this shit is supposed to be easy. My site can be summed up in one word… Random. I have no set theme or structure it just is. With the million things going on in my head I just grab something and go with it. I enjoy philosophy, theology, poetry, tattoos, art, drawing, painting, sociology, political science, and the overall pursuit of wisdom and knowledge. I have written four books, and was lucky enough to have one published. Along with writing I have begun selling my art which you can find at:

5 responses »

  1. Welcome back, whether short lived, temporary, intermittent or whatever! At least, it would seem, that you are moving in a forward direction instead of stagnating :) :) We creatives, writers, poets, artist, etc. cannot remain idle for long or we will enter that freak out world – ’cause let’s face it, we all have our quirks that need an avenue of expression. I am so happy that I could be of some tiny bit of the spark you needed to return to the land of the living, lol!!! Thanks for stopping by and letting me know it, I really mean that! Peace, love and blessings to you and yours, Terri

  2. I know that writing my true thoughts and feelings can cost me my family, because it’s happened to me. They don’t want to see me or what I feel. I don’t name names, nor am I specific in details, but they still are ticked that I put myself out there for the world to see. Have I stopped writing my truth? No, I haven’t because I know that my truth is all I can write. Everyone is not enamored by the truth. Good to have you back.

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