‘Tis the Season…

I heard a quote recently, ‘We’re all just walking each other home.’

The original quote is by Ram Dass, but that’s irrelevant to this writing. The quote might be as well, except to say that it’s suddenly among my favourites.

The holiday season is upon us once again, and that means something different to everyone reading this. Christmas, Kwanza, Hanukah, or myriad others. Family, joy, connection, isolation, pain. Maybe nothing at all.

There’s a good deal of variety to the season, and that’s to say nothing of the New Year.

Once upon a time, I used to write an essay every New Year. It seemed like a great way to reflect on what I’d accomplished, what I’d loved, what I’d lost, and what I’d yet to learn. I think I hoped that by putting it all down on paper, some great revelation might come down to me from on high and steer me towards some bold new course.

That never happened.

Still, I remain rather fond of the year’s end…or beginning—however you choose to see things. I’d say it’s a sort of glass half-empty or glass half-full kind of thing, but I don’t really think it’s that complicated. Neither is the whole glass idea for that matter. Only if you treat it as such.

What matters, of course, is what’s in the glass. This season, I hope you all have something to fill your cups and warm your guts.

I think the more important thing is the quote above…which is—like any worthwhile idea—about life and death. The terrible truth is that none of us are getting out of this alive. Life isn’t about surviving, it’s just about getting back to the void from whence we came in the most entertaining and enjoyable way possible, and I think that a big part of that comes down to who we’re walking with.

So, as you go along your holiday season, pay attention to those beside you. They’re the only reason for it to matter, after all.

It’s been a while since I’ve written like this. It’s been nice. I have a whiskey beside me, and the pounding of the keyboard is driving out the third playthrough of the album I’ve had on repeat since I first started this dance a couple of hours and several projects ago.

I’ve found a groove.

Writing is about speaking truth, and if you can’t do that, then you have no business writing in the first place. Sure, it requires patience, practice, and just a touch of pugnacity, but without some essential truth to tell, none of that is worth jack shit. Writing is about capturing what you can’t avoid saying, not about forcing yourself to say anything. It’s revelation, not repetition.

That’s it. That’s all I have to say. Now, I’m going away to walk beside those whose company I cherish, if they’ll have me.

I’ll be gone for a bit, and with any luck return to you my dear readers around January 12th. That said, I may be re-visiting the weekly format in favour of publishing whenever the hell I choose. It seems more proper at any rate.

I’m writing another book, and that takes up a good deal of my time and attention.

I don’t make resolutions anymore, so I won’t leave you with any. No false promises, no hollow claims, no empty braggadocio. I’ll be back when I can. Look out for me, especially at unlikely times.

Wait till you see what’s next…

Happy Holidays you filthy animals,

-Brad OH Inc.

…And a Happy New Year

Under the Green Desk Lamp…

Green DesklampEvery year around this time, I used to write a reflective piece about the year just passed. I was never certain if it was a celebration of the new, or an elegy for the old. Either way, the yearning has left me over time. New Years, after all, is much like any other day when we really boil it down. No magical thinking will ensure that resolutions are kept, and no turn of a calendar will ensure a change of the heart.

We are this day, what we will be tomorrow, and have been yesterday. If that doesn’t suit us, then it behooves us to make the changes necessary not in starry-eyed declarations of intent, but rather as daily practices and improved habits.

Next year, we at Brad OH Inc. have plenty to look forward to. We’ll be maintaining our regular articles, debuting some exciting new themes, and continuing to seek publication for our debut novel, ‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’ (Link).

On top of that, work continues on our next novel, and this is something which brings us particular joy. Writing is going well, and no doubt within this year we’ll be sharing exciting news, updates, and perhaps even some snippets from the novel itself.

But until that time, while it’s true that today is indeed the start of a new year, remember also that today is a new day, and so too shall tomorrow be. Make the most of it my friends, I sure know I intend to.

Happy New Year to all!

-Brad OH Inc.