Well, when old Mrs Buckley pulled the trigger on the creativity gun I was hit squarely in the gut; and what poured out? Not blood but trivia: Echidna, I thought. The adorable ant-eating echidna along with the hilariously cobbled together duck-billed platypus were the only egg-laying mammals you could care about; and I knew their names. There was no hesitation, my story would feature an echidna named Egbert. Even at seven alliteration seemed natural. I had gleaned, at some point, the name of that obscure English king from a well thumbed almanac, another paperback which provided a treasure of trivia in my formative years, and I’d be damned if my creative stars didn’t align. EG(G)-BERT. How perfect.
Thus spilled my first creative story into the public forum. Mrs Buckley didn’t have much praise for the disjointed tale of an echidna doing whatever I had him do ( I have no memory of the actual story itself, just the character). In fact she probably thought me a bit pretentious, and rightly so. But in any case, the echidna, in all its hybrid individuality has come, for me, to embody the seedling of my love for writing and reading. So when I decided to create a blog that I could use as an outlet for my thoughts on all things creative, Echidna seemed an apt title.
With this blog I hope to share my views on film, music, literature, art, and anything else I have a mind to include. I’m leaving it open in the desire to spark more creative thought throughout the cyberverse, if you will. Enjoy, and feel free to comment for I welcome an unadulterated exchange of ideas.