It’s always a strange thing to introduce oneself in this fashion–who are you, reader? what do you care to know?–but I’ll give it a run. My name’s Amber, and suddenly I find myself a partner in The Geeky Press, which clearly, you do care about if you’re reading this. So what makes me a good addition to the team?
Well, I’m a huge geek. I had to look up the definition of “geek” to confirm this. Socially awkward, a wild weirdo who has intense obsessions.
Yep, yep, and yep. Thanks, Merriam Webster.
Happily, my obsessions correspond to the more modern notion of geek. I love all things superhero, mythical, magical, and fantastic. To me, writing is about teleportation–writing takes us into another realm, whether it’s solely our own or one into which we choose to invite a reader. It’s also about transformation, the ability to change how we (and again, possibly a reader) perceive the world, whether it’s by introducing the potential for magical devices hidden in our attic or just telling ourselves that past trauma doesn’t define us.
I’m also a geek about writing, if you can’t tell from that last tangent. Not the product, but the process, what it can do for both an individual and a community. I hope to use my affiliation with Brad and The Geeky Press to help make more of that process take place in Indianapolis–and to help other writers share their products, when they are ready for sharing.
During our last meeting Brad asked me what my vision was for a writing community in Indianapolis. This is a question I’m still pondering, and I don’t think it’s one that I can answer alone. The whole thing about a community is that it’s formed from many parts. But through that weird associative process in my brain, one of the cognitive traits which compels me to write, I thought of a Kurt Vonnegut quote. He says, “I was goofing around like everybody else in Indiana, and all of a sudden stuff came gushing out. It was disgust with civilization.”
Are we just goofing around, Indiana writers? What is gushing out of us? How can we share it with each other, and overcome that overwhelming disgust which Vonnegut identifies so carelessly? I feel it, and I bet some of you do too. Stay tuned for my ideas on how we can talk about both the bad and good of Indiana, America, the whole friggin planet–and hopefully walk away catalyzed, rather than weighed down.