What’s going on over here.
There is a reality that exists only in my autobahn of a brain where sleek, well built and well designed German car like thoughts travel without a speed limit to unknown destinations. This private reality has always been there - it was there when was born - it was there as I grew up - I drove those cars for recreation as a responsible adult -- and I’m driving one now. But, when the extremely stupid monkey that is parkinsons disease took over the helm of my mind body and soul this superhighway of imagination turned into more than a pleasant diversion, it became my earthly salvation, a matter of life or death.
I gave this hi way system a name... “AndyVerse” - not completely clever or original but a name none the less, a very important step - a name being one of the first gifts we receive as a child a gift that tells the world we are human - we have arrived - we exist. And, although The AndyVerse (now known as AndyVerseCorporate) might exist only my head, its storefront is this blog which is a very real and measurable entity. It is this tangible aspect of my thoughts, hopes, dreams, fears and fantasies that, along with my painting, music and the love from my friends and family, keeps me alive - it gives me a reason to get out of bed each day.
In school I never enjoyed writing, Tedious and boring - it was a puzzle that I could never quite piece together - this academic handicap was why I never finished college, one of my few regrets in life if only that it would have made my mother happy. My relationship with writing changed when I decided to bare my inner self and tell my small part of the world what parkinson’s, without my consent, has done and continues to do to me, some part of my non-writing self changed, a lost highway completed. I had something to say and a place to say it. The writer inside of me was set free and the first place that he went was the internal interstate of my imagination.
I’m now driving in the AndyVerseCorporate - no speed limit - no accidents - beautiful scenery - clean rest areas with plenty of parking and free coffee. I am not saying that I am a great writer or even a good one, that’s up to time, only that I have become one, and you, have become one of my readers. Thanks for coming along for the ride. Thanks for being on the show.
Quite a few of you, whose opinions I value, have told me that I should take this blog - this journey to the center of my mind and put it into book form. I have tried. It didn’t work for me. It lacked punch - it lacked pizzaz - no storyline - no imagination. Seperated from the blog format it became a crowded city street and I wanted back on my modern super-hiway where my imagination could go as fast as it needed to. After examining all of my maps - visiting countless travel websites and even stopping to ask for directions I found the on ramp - I found the answer - I found a way to tell my story - I found the Bo?ai Panda or, more accurately, they found me.
Here is where I will write my book, my creative process will be for all to see. I will use this blog as a rough draft. It is here that I will work out my story, which the bulk of will be on the form of blog entries sent from me from my home in the place of the Bo?ai. There will also be sections devoted to explanations of this world we are entering - there will be clues to the symbolism and metaphors that I will use, but only clues, for that is all I have - I am making all of this up as I go along - the theme of my life - I may not know what I am to do, but I do know how to do it. There will be mistakes in continuity and form but that again has been the theme of my life. Some might find my openness with my creative process unsettling even amateurish, but my candidness is also part of this process, I could never keep a secret. I am putting together my book and you are helping me. There is one bump in the road - I plan on stopping the inclusive journey we are taking right before the end - right before you find out for the first time what I already know - right before I reveal the secret of life with parkinsons disease - the secret of the Bo?ai Panda.
I do want to sell some of these books...
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\