Just Being

Spent the better part of the evening doing something I can't explain. Well, I can explain it quite easily in the literal sense: I was drinking whiskey and writing. The reason as to why I was drinking is a little convoluted. I thought it might help me finish this outline. It didn't, any more than any of the other methods I've been trying.

I'm not sure if writing is always this hard – (if it is, I am not cut out for it; my brain does not like this) - but I have been getting nowhere with this project for the last month. I'm spending much too much time understanding the logistics behind something fictional/metaphysical and trying to define all of existence before I can define the rationality of a central character. And yet, hardly any of this definition will be explained in the story, so why do I bother? Details, pointless pointless details.

A few weeks ago I was asked by a local hip hop artist if I would re-write his biography. It was difficult since I hardly knew the subject, so I tried to examine why he wanted me to write it and then go from there. This is what I wrote about him:

There is a focus required for social awareness. Some people can’t see it exactly for this reason; they’ve never seen it. Living on his own since he was fifteen years old, Justin Brave has seen injustice. Disparity. Inequality. He has seen these things and questioned them. And in his words is the depth of his focus, written and spoken with skill unique to everyday hip hop. From studio to stage, backed by speakers or violins, Just B challenges the world to see.

With the release of his second studio album – Now and When – Justin Brave continues to push the limits of conscious music. His distinct sound is a fusion of belief and ambition, something he has been perfecting since his first mix tapes. Working alongside artists like Nelly Furtado, Moka Only, and DJ Murge; from London, England to his home in Victoria, BC, Just B proves over and over the danger of mixing talent and intelligence.

He didn't like all of it, just certain bits that he asked to use. Sucks. I thought this might be my first Real Thing. Oh well. Next time?