This time of year is tough. All my friends are in motion, and I’m staying put. People are motoring through town on desert escapades; disappearing into deep wooded mountain ranges; dancing all night in each other’s arms; making friends,…
It is so hard to live your ideals. Strike that: it’s impossible to live your ideals, because ideals are impossible to reach. But above all, we strive. I don’t think there’s a human on earth who is not driven by…
J.H. Fearless is a portmanteau referencing the J’s, the H’s, and the Fearlesses in my family’s history. “Fearless” was my grandmother’s middle name. The women in my family have always been creative and dedicated, and I strive to carry that ethos onward.
There will always be an element of anonymity, of ambiguity, to my identity. As a writer, I am not me; I am a representative. I represent the underneath, the hidden, the grimy and gritty poking its head wearily out into the light, blinking and wincing and hoping not to be beaten down again. I represent the creative forces that – meeting the blank, hard concrete of modern life – scrabble away at curbs and foundations until they make a mark – any mark. I represent the two great rivers, dark and light, where they merge and swirl and dance in eddies, stirring up the sediment, making very little forward progress, making only beauty.
I represent truth and creativity, where they can be found. I represent the creative souls seeking their voices in the void.
Integrity is my cornerstone, and magic is my motivation.
Now let’s talk about you.
“Creativity is a wild mind and a disciplined eye.”
– Dorothy Parker