Long Road

Having someone with whom to bounce ideas off of has been pretty good when it comes to writing because I can get a sense of what I need to do to make my own work come out better.

A lot of my work with the story has been concentrating on the second novel but I think that I realize that now I need to refocus on the first and getting it into a workable product for someone to read.

Things that I had planned and wanted to do before in different stories, I figure I should do them now. I think I should make everything I think should happen, happen and not hold back for some later thing. Most importantly I think that if you hold all of your ideas for some later tale, why wouldn’t someone just read that if all the good ideas are going there?

To those out there that have edited, helped me sort things out and read over something—thank you. There’s still a long road to go.

A Measure of Progress

I found a story that I read when I was younger and first coming into my own as a writer. It was around the time I stopped writing fan fiction and started writing my own characters and worlds…

It was a story from the perspective of a soldier killed by Snake (the main character from Metal Gear Solid). It went on in detail to describe the soldiers feelings and thoughts as he died and it painted him as remorseful and someone to be thought of as more than a useless pawn…

…reading it now it’s like pretentious garbage. I can’t believe that a younger me would be taken in by this kind of thing. It’s a measure of maturity and of progress. Back then I thought it was so deep and so beautiful and poetic. Now I almost laugh to read it. Which I know is wrong, but I think that this says more about me than my old writing compared to my writing now.

Back then I thought, “If I could just write like that I would be set.”

Now what I am aspiring to do is so much more.

Random Facts About John Mayer #1

Fact #106: The fragrances used in Axe Body Spray were all extracted from John Mayer’s sweat.

Fact #233: It’s said that if 44,000 people gather with guitars and strum an “E” all at the exact same moment, John Mayer will be summoned.

Fact #14: John Mayer’s not dead, but he’s preformed concerts in both Heaven and Hell before.

Fact #77: Mayer prefers to sleep on couches, but in a pinch he’ll take where ever it may be that he passes out.

People

I realize more and more every day how little I am coming to care about people online and just in general. Everyone wants to be the exception, they want you to treat them differently than you do others. They want to be able to do something to you and get away freely with it while you get bitched at for everything you do to them.

People are pretty much scum. There’s few exceptions and there are times when people can seem good but they’re mostly selfish, probably all selfish and few are worth the amount of water you’d have to drink to piss on them.

Grow Up

I can’t call you friend anymore and the worst part about it is: I don’t know why.

I’ve facebook messaged, emailed, IMed and sent messages on sites we both go to over the last couple of months and there’s been no response since practically Christmas. It’s not like you haven’t been on or have made an effort to hide that you’ve been on. If you don’t want to talk to someone, be a grown up and just tell them.

A real friend can make time to say something back, to at least say hi. I’ve got busier friends under more pressure that do it.

Yet you seem to make time to talk to everyone who doesn’t know you and to make small talk with people whom you, yourself would have admitted mattered. You could make all of the excuses you want, but its plain to see you don’t want to make the time and its shitty that I’ve wasted this much of my time trying to keep up with you.

If this is the fickle way you treat friends, why would anyone worth a shit want to be your friend?

Just…No

I had a girl ask me out, she was mildly cute and a little bit funny but this girl couldn’t spell. And when I say couldn’t spell, what I mean is couldn’t speak. It wasn’t any better in person and it was worse over text.

I’m sorry, I can’t date a girl who can’t spell as well as my youngest niece. I refuse to put myself through the emotional torment of being subjected to constant stupidity and bad grammar.

Sorry, just no.

Fullmetal Alchemist

Just like the old days, I sat down and conquered this show and I am happy I did. Forty episodes in a little under two days. That’s fourteen hours of the show, basically down to a T. And I forgot how it felt to watch something like that where I cared about the characters and was ready to celebrate with them and overly eager to see what happens next.

I’m glad I watched it.

Declaration

Today I’m putting pen to paper, figuratively, but the writing is literal and there’s no time for person commitments and nothing else can come first except God. This needs to be done to completion and it needs to be seen through because I didn’t promise it to myself. It’s not a personal commitment, its a commitment I’ve made to whatever it is that drives me, call it faith, call it a muse, call it the story in my head fighting to get out.

But today, I’m writing with as little fear as possible and I’m writing with a determination and goal I’ve not possessed in some time.

This is my declaration.

Care? It’s hard to…

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Good Month?

I kind of get the feeling, it might be a good month.

No Title

Whether what I saw was a mistake on your part or a lie, I think that it might have put a nail in the coffin of friends I can trust these days.

I can’t say that I actually thought I would get what I wanted this year. It was silly for me to even consider it a possibility.