The Return of the Me

Whale, whale, whale my friend, we're baaaaack…

Blossoming sooner than expected and from a source I couldn’t have predicted, already shaping new realms with a sense of sustainability I’ve never known…

I’m talking about creative flow of course, which has brought a deluge of new poems, playlists, letters, graphics, symbols, and brand spankin’ new ideas to life this week.

I didn’t expect just two weeks to pass after bringing Emberbrook to life before finding myself once again awash in barely-containable creative hullabaloo.

(Not that I’m complaining—good heavens no! I love, love, love this flow.)

So returned, my days have, to barely restraining myself while tending to life and responsibilities before I splash about beneath the falls of this creative waterfall.

This is a tricky one to Show My Work of, because the origins of this creative unblocking are rooted in internal explorations that I’m not yet ready to share.

But I CAN tell you that I’ve found a rich new vein of magic to harness, to play with.

I can also share that this raging stream of creative juice comes from having uncovered a character that I (apparently) have no choice other than to bring to life. 

First within myself, then into Emberbrook. 

And if the magic I believe in holds true, into physical form too. 

This character has lived within me all my life, but I learned at a young age was often too much for others—and so was toned down, suppressed, cast aside. This is the part of me where I’ve always felt most like myself. But whenever this part would take over during childhood, that’s usually when I’d get in trouble, be scolded. Not for being dangerous or careless or mean or vicious—but cheeky, mischievous, daring.

So I began sanding down my edges, smearing layers of beige across the bright, bleeding colours beneath.

I’ll introduce you to this character in time. 

But for now, you’ll have to read between the lines.

So keep a weather eye on the horizon. This character will leave sparks, trails of smoke, rips in reality, and messy, colourful fingerprints on everything I create from here on out.

With love from the forest,

~ Alexander