Thank you Write To Done for bringing this to my attention. Neil Geiman gave an intensely inspirational speech to The University of the Art's Class of 2012. Geiman (writer of such books as Sandman, American Gods, and Stardust) gave advice to those of the creative vein. He focused on making mistakes and believing in the impossible, giving me a reinvigorated passion for the writing craft. I don't doubt that anyone who sees this will take a few things from him. Enjoy.
To anyone who cares (and those who don't but end up reading this anyway), some changes are coming up.
First. I'm shutting down "The Mind of Profex". I've decided that I'll be posting 99% of things I put together outside of the "writing" realm on my Tumblr (meh), or I'll be sending it in as a guest post to blogs that focus on whatever topic (Woot). Guest posts will be a great way to get my name out there and bring traffic to The Writing Righter.
Second. I'm deciding on whether or not I'm sticking with Blogger or Wordpress for The Writing Righter. This blog is going to be my foundation from today forth and I want to get it into the best shape. I'm exploring design ideas with a couple people, but I'm trying to decide where to host it for the time being. If you have pointers/suggestions/opinions on the matter, please comment.
Third. Yes, I'll find some way to get whatever I guest post to the readers here. Maybe a monthly digest of sorts. *Shrug*
Fourth. That is Black Bolt in the photo. Google him to find out how his picture goes along with the post title.
Fifth. Here is an amazing song for you all. One of my favorites ever. Blu's verse drops a couple minutes in. Be patient. Vibe. Zone out. Enjoy.
I'll be posting random musings under the heading of "Freewrite" from this day forth. I'll also be posting freewrites from other authors (one already on the way). Contact me via email (Jinjokage@gmail.com) if you wish to be featured on the blog. Here is the first freewrite, "Words Are Wind".
Its said that words are wind. So consider every compliment spoken a means to disturb the sails. Consider every declaration of affection a means to move this ship of ours from the shores to the open blue. Without every whisper, we'd float aimlessly at the whim of the waves. But with every breathe we expel, we move this vessel with purpose towards a fitting destiny.
