This is a venture driven by old ideas and a new year. You need to take advantage of the inspiration provided by the festive season, the golden days where the year ahead is 364 days of unwritten potential.

Just round the time we start a new calendar, I like to sit down and reflect on the year gone, mainly just to process and let go before the new one fills up with deadlines and so on. Let’s call it closure time. What went well? What didn’t go well? What should I look at changing this year? That kind of thing.

Writing is something I used to do a lot more of, but stopped when everything else took over. By everything else I mean the accoutrements of getting older in the modern world, of living in the busyocracy, where there is always somewhere to go, always something to do, always something…

In short, I needed a place to write and this will be that place. Maybe people will drop by and read it, maybe it will be another vanity project that no one reads – even me. Who knows?

I chose this photo because it is of the Arts Centre in my hometown. It is significant for a few reasons. One, because when it was being built, rumours abounded that it was a ski jump and I believed it, because I was ten years old and gullible as shit. Two, because it was trying to bring something to a town that didn’t really have an artistic centrepiece, at least to my knowledge.

It was bold for a conservative country town (regional city if you will) where the most artistic thing I knew was the crossdressing reviews at the local footy club, or shit cover bands.

I suppose I chose it because it says that no matter where you are, no matter what the prevailing mood, climate of the day, or state of busyness and obsession with the minutiae of life, there is room to create something.

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