Welcome to the mind of John Scott Ridgway. Beware falling rocks and angels.

YOU ARE ABOUT TO ENTER WHAT THE INTELLIGENCE COMMUNITY CALLS THE 'WITTING.' The implication being anyone who doesn't know what is truly going on in the world is 'unwitting.' I have an academic/artist background that includes three books, oil painting, radio and tv... though mostly, I write on the web and give the words away. Better read than dead, I always say. I studyied military intelligence, cults, english, history, and philosophy, among other subjects that I took in my quest to have something to say in my work.... I am proud to say I studied under peaceful warriors, like Dr. Danial Stern, an icon in the sixties who hung out with the panthers, dealt with agent provocaters, spies.


Find me on facebook at john scott ridgway... there are two of me... one is active. I trust you can figure it out. Doing a lot of stuff there. Basically showing my daily trek throughout the dozens of papers I peruse while waiting in some bush, pr parked somewhere, you know, out stalking, or whatever, you know... hunting humans, maybe... but not in an illegal way. Really.

I urge you to try out my new Jesus, blog, too. He is nothing like you have read before. This creature from the planet Heaven is mistaken for an alien, a cult leader, a terrorist.... Military intelligence agents and secrets are thrown all over in this blog.... please spread my writing whereever forfree... The book is not just for Christians. I am almost an agnostic... I, Christ... will lead you to heaven, or at least give you a lot to think about. After years of getting mostly a's in college, I can at least parrot a few things you have not heard.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

lost in the deep depths of my naval.

Cold gray day in the city. A gray cat sits on my lap. Ruby dog is beside me on the floor, laying with her face next to a pile of chewed up stick, which she has slowly been destroying since her morning walk. While Mary Ann is gone from the apartment, so the rules are basically out the window. The animals bank on this. They know I will feed them whatever I am eating, let them out on the M. banned balcony (who are we to keep animals from laying in the sun on the balcony's? Our landlords ban this but none of our neighbors seem to care).

I am trying to write myself into some kind of conclusion about where to focus my energies. I am trying to get this new book off the ground and the words just don't excite me much. I feel like I am still laying out the story, and that I am unhappy with the results. I spend way more time worrying about this shit than I should... a buddy told me yesterday, "You're a writer, it doesn't matter what you write, " as we spoke about blogs with a pioneer in the field and a kid who just heard of them when he came to the big city a couple months ago. I argued with him, saying that novels at present are the best way that I can see of making a living at writing... not that I know whether I am right of not? Now that I am going to be sending all my readers to this site, rather than the old one, I think I will qualify for advertising if I can get enough people interested in staring into my cranium.

1 comment:

Bluedreamsgirl said...

Hey Johnny,

Hope things are going well in Chi-town. . . sorry I couldn't make it up for the show. . . things were strange while I was there. . . My Gran was ill too, so that didn't make things any easier. . . hope you and M. are well. I think of you guys. . . take care and be well. . .