Yesterday, I was voted in as the president of theKwa, the Kansas Writer’s Association. I had already been feted to become president in 2013. But the sudden resignation of founder and recent president Gordon Kessler created an instant vacuum.
Enter The Tikiman, aka “Rabbi” Dude.
Well, it seemed like I was jumping aboard a moving train, loaded with freight and heading for a pre-determined destination. No worries. All you need are a passion for writers and writing and a desire to foster a community of individuals with an artistic temperament. All things being equal, it feels like the Boston Poetry Scene from the mid-90’s.
This is a responsibility that I relish, not for any sense of glamour or prestige or to add a bullet point to my obituary. This is exciting because lighting the fuse of conversation, setting off an explosive interaction, creating an environment of discussion and networking is worthwhile.
I know people will see beyond the manic personality and the Hawaiian shirts and be glad that they are on that same freight train. The adventure is just beginning.