Every day emails arrive in Improvised Life’s inbox that start: Dear Improvised Life Team. I’m always flattered, assuming that between the WE voice many posts take, and the amount and quality of content, that people feel there is a whole team of people at work here.
Actually the “we” is, well, me and brilliant 10ish-hours-a week assistant editor Mira Keras. In our meetings, we brainstorm tons of ideas, move forward longterm projects (often figuring out how to do them as we go), photograph, make messes making things, collaborate with very cool people…
It is impossible and a groove: following the threads of one idea to another and in the course, discovering so much…
At a recent meeting in a cafe in the Garment District where Mira and I met to shop for fabric for a project, she pulled out a roll of tape and a marker and wrote MOVE SHIT FORWARD. I’ve made a new kind of graffiti, she said. You can stick it anywhere and it’s removable. No police worries. GREAT IDEA!!! (Graffiti is a favorite activity of ours.)
She stuck MOVE SHIT FORWARD on one of the cafe’s walls. (Who knows HOW its stealth message might infiltrate a random soul stopping in for a coffee?)
I/we are in way over our heads with all there is to do to make a site go these days. I sometimes find myself thinking: Am I fucking crazy? Improvised Life does not yet earn enough to ensure longterm survival, or even survival past this year. Yet it FEELS like something on the verge (Am I fucking crazy?), well worth doing for the astonishing feedback from readers alone, as we see if we can transform enough of the TOO MANY ideas we are working on simultaneously to keep afloat, thrive, grow.
With that hope in mind we MOVE SHIT FORWARD
…and encourage you to do that same, even if you don’t quite know what you are doing.
It is the only way you find where you need to be.
Postscript: As I was writing this, I was very aware of all that I had learned and discovered and grown into via Improvised Life. Some big question about “my next work” that started in 2009 is gradually being answered. A friend remarked that “Improvised Life is a sort of raft I created to float myself down a new river, as many people have had to build in the midst of changing economy, world, personal lives etc. We are all Huck Finn these days.”