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My Blog
Daily blog. |
| Daily blog of thoughts, happenings, and other random stuff. Write on! |
| plan |
| Does it make me old that I am looking forward to Sunday morning on a Saturday night? Either way, I am. I am going to wake up around 8am...go outside and smell that fresh Washington State air for a few minutes and hopefully see a happy bird or two...I am going to drive to the closest convenience store and get a Sunday paper and then come back home. I will then make some coffee and get ready to watch the Detroit Tigers at 9am. During the game, I plan on not moving much at all...I will have everything I need right by my side and I am going to enjoy it. I just hope they come away with the win. |
| Saturday morning |
| Woke up this morning with a passing thought...I can't remember what it was about but it was strange to be thinking so critically within 20 seconds of waking up. After I laid there on my couch for a few minutes, I willed myself up and went to my kitchen to start that beautiful Saturday morning coffee. As I was waiting for the coffee to finish up, I noticed a small spider lurking on my ceiling above my head...I looked at him and he looked at me and we both smiled. |
| Update on CP |
| Been basically rewriting the entire story the last few days. I have tried a few different ideas on some things but I seem to not be too thrilled on any of them. I will keep at it over the next week. I am very excited about how the story turns out and I am excited to have you review it as well. I have a very good feeling about this one. This is the only story I have on WDC at the moment. I can tell you that Chapters 4-7 are going to amazing. Once I get out of this temporary blockage, I will get back on it. |
| clawing at the blockage |
| 11:13PM. Sunday. Very quiet in here. TV is off. Radio is off. No music on computer. Silence... 'The space between' by Dave Matthews is such a beautiful song. I can't even begin... Things happen in life, which is actually what makes this so much fun. Sometimes hurting can feel good, it makes you feel alive. In order to hurt, you must know the opposite of hurting, which is happiness. You can't feel one without having the other emotion to compare...It sure doesn't make it any easier however, it is nice to know that it's all relative. It's all part of growing and experiencing as many things as you possibly can while we are here; which includes getting your heart crushed and stomped on, thrown in a blender, then fed to a camel and getting it back after it's been digested by the camel. Yeah, I went there. Of course I exaggerated but who cares? I can write anything I want. Watch this: The moon is yellow because when the moon was formed, after the earth had a cosmic collision of such a magnitude that our tiny little brains could not fathom how catastrophic is really was, there were tiny particles in the atmosphere that when mixed with dust and rock over a period of 398 years exactly, those particles turn a yellowish-green. Then after another 631 years exactly, they turn all yellow. Which is why the moon is yellow. First of all, the moon is not yellow. Just making a point. Back to my original point; the whole thing about my heart being put through a blender is not really going too far off. It actually is a great metaphor...there were days it felt....you know what, screw this. I don't care and I know you don't care about this, so why the hell am I writing about it...Jesus, Matt, you gonna cry next or what? Anyway, life is awesome. Sometimes I think we all forget just how amazing it really is when things happen to us. When things are tough or when we get emotionally crushed or when we lose someone or something close to us to death. I think it's very easy these days to get too caught up in things that, in the long run, don't really matter much at all. It's taking our focus and mind off the beautiful things in life. I will admit, I have done just that. I remember going outside and being so amazed at things like; wind, trees, an anthill, a spiderweb (got one by my door that is awesome), how everyone looks different yet, the same at the same time. How is it that 7 billion humans can all have a different look? Is there that many variations of a face and body? It's just bizarre to me. My point is this: Life really is short...it's not just a stupid saying or limerick people say...people say it because it's true. I am nothing special, I am just a guy who has experienced a lot of stuff, who has a computer and has a few blogs and loves to write. That's it...and you know what...I am cool with that. Thanks for reading. Much love, my friends. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| Still a block upstairs |
| Hello. Still have a case of Writer's block right now. I am not sure what it is but I can't seem to break it. Maybe I just need to read or review some work from others on WDC to get my mind working again. I am not worried about this. This has happened a hundred times in my life. Sometimes it lasts a few days, sometimes it lasts for weeks. I will accept whatever time-frame it is; I just hope it's not weeks. I have stuff to do. Now I am going to go watch TV until I fall asleep... ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| No need for a title. |
| If you want to write, then you write. If you want to learn to write, then you write. That's all there is to it. Even when you do write every day, there are days when you sit and look at the monitor or at the empty piece of paper and think "....." I have learned, or at least convinced myself that I have learned, to accept this as part of the process. I have come to the conclusion that you must have days of rest. If you try to force words that do not come to you naturally, it will never be something you are happy or content with. It will never be something you are comfortable with or willing to share with anyone; and it will probably be painful for you to even look at. So, I have realized that when I have those days of "Writer's block", I will still write, however, I will not write anything that has to do with the pieces I am working on. I will just come to my blog and write nonsense like I am doing right now. I have had one of those days today; nothing was happening at all. I attempted to write a few things and I just wasn't feeling it. I still feel it. I still have the urge to write even though I know that nothing I write will, for lack of a better term, be 'worthy of keeping.' Thank you web-log for letting me spew my garbage on your page and hopefully get any, and all, suddenly fresh cob-webs out of my brain. On a brighter note; I received my first merit badge today on WDC. You can view it in the community tab for those of you who are reading this that are not part of the community here at WDC. It's a badge for 'Writing.' My very first badge...first of many to come. Thank you, Endlesstime. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| something very important |
| Greetings! It is 12:03am and my eyes feel like they have been through the dishwasher four times and then dried off with one of those ridiculously hard paper towels we were forced to use in elementary school. What the hell was up with those paper towels anyway? Did you ever try to blow your nose with one of those? Start with a runny nose and walk away with a bloody nose. Those napkins have to fall somewhere in the form of child abuse, am I right? They didn't even soak up any spills; all they did was move the liquid around the desk until it would all fall on the floor and make you appear as even more of a slob during snack time. Man, kindergarten was rough times. I blame my social anxiety disorder on those paper towels... Anyway, why did I decide to leave a blog post? Oh, I wanted to talk about how tired I am. Instead of going to bed like I should, I thought I would talk about how much I would like to go to sleep. On second thought, that sounds like a boring topic...like anyone actually wants to sit on their computer and listen to me ramble on about how tired I am. Snore. I think I will cut this post short while I am ahead. First, a quick update on CP; I have been working on it every night and it looks like I will have a complete first draft of the story sometime early next week. I will not be sending it in for publication at that time though. This is just the first draft. I plan on rewriting it a few times before I send it in. OK, goodnight, sweet dreams, sleep well, don't let the bed bugs bite, sleep tight, and Merry Christmas. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| Insomniac |
| OK, I am convinced now that I am an insomniac. A typical day for me goes something like this; I wake up very slowly...while I am getting myself presentable to the world and getting ready to go to work, all I can think about is how badly I want to go back to sleep. Somehow I manage to fight through the tempting desires of running back to my bed and covering up. The entire time I am doing my thing in the morning such as brushing teeth, getting dressed, eating my bagel, or looking for my keys; my bed is whispering things to me as I walk by it. It will say things like "Don't my pillows look fluffy?" or "it sure is warm under these blankets." I have learned to ignore my bed in the morning. Now, that being said, once I do go to work, go on with my day and eventually wake up, I find myself in the same position every single night. That position being, unable to get back to sleep, at least without the help of a sleeping aide. I prefer not to take them however, sometimes I just need to sleep and lately that seems to be my only option. I don't want to get into the medical side of this and start talking about sleeping pills and all the stuff my doctor has told me. Screw that. I want to talk about what I do when I can't sleep and the things that seem to always happen when I am awake at 3 or 4am. As much fun as it is dealing with lack of sleep, I gotta admit that some of the best ideas have come to me during those nights of writing at 3 or 4am. There is just something unique about writing at this time when all is quiet. The entire world is sleeping and for some reason, you feel as if you are the only person awake. Any and all inspiration that is hovering above the planet will be directed to you because, after all, you are the only person that is not sleeping. You are fully awake and aware. Your fingers show no sign of slowing down, your fingers can't keep up with your mind, and you catch yourself smiling as you write.... I can't help but wonder this; are some of us supposed to be insomniacs? Dr. Wayne Dyer once said, "When you suddenly wake up at night between 2am and 4am, DO NOT go back to sleep; instead, sit up and listen. Someone or something wants to talk to you." I believe there is a lot of truth to that. So, as I deal with my insomnia; I try to make it a positive experience. Of course, I am losing sleep which is not good for overall health and will cause all of my daily routines and responsibilities to suffer a little however, I know that this will not last forever. Knowing that this will not last, I am making the most out of being awake during those peak "inspirational hours" and writing until my eyes close involuntarily. In conclusion, I did not get much sleep last night so I am going to go take a nap. Thanks for reading. Much love, my friends. Goodnight. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
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