Tuesday, May 29, 2018
Saturday, May 26, 2018
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
I quit my two jobs in hopes of finding a writer’s true nature. I look at my roommates, the two producers of art and find myself a somewhat jealous of their talents. I envy how easy it is for them to express themselves and on some level, hate them for it. My own talents have never gave me confidence beyond the brainstorming and initial draft. This of course makes me wonder if my choice to become a writer foolish dream of a day dreaming fool.
What more could we as people do? Our will to act when wounded by everyday life and the state of the world that surrounds us. We are people thus we crave security. I think thats why I haven’t been able to let go like,
them. My musical influence flat mates who created time for their art.
The adventure began on the way to the Panda NY Bus on Buford Highway. The thirty minute Marta train ride was unbearable, the waitng, the consstant expection of lost nerve or misdirected constant difficulty to say the lease. But there I was , riding the 124 Bus from Doreville Train station. My inexperence came out once I asked the bus driver about which stop leads me to the “China Bus”?
A question that caused him to look at me as if I was a child who misplaced his
“Do you mean the Panda Bus to New York?”
“Yes, that it.” Embarresed yet incredible relieved. As it turns out, the driver of the city bus had also previously work for Greyhound a d traveled to New York many times. And if that wasn’t enough, he was originally from NYC.
The obvious question I had for him was, “ What advice can you give me?”
He only gave two.
“One , Don’t look up?”
Confusing I know. But apperently tourist who visit the NY tend to stare up at the skyscrappers. Giving away themselves as tourist and prey to the people used to the tourist frenzzy.
“Two, Don’t eat the chinese food!”
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Friday, November 3, 2017
So here's the thing. My life hasn't been the best exampe of the writer's itch. I get lazy ike all of you of course but I aso get to a point of complete disconnectt from the art a together.
Insprational black stero type back greek muse! WHERE ARE YOU!?!?!
Here are things I am not surre of so far.
1. The rules of engagment when it comes to writing is getting up early.
The earier you feel up, the more can get done.
2.Give yourself something to hold on to or work on.
3. With most of the studying of other's authors' technique result in ambitious steps taken.
4.Go with the first idea.
Now, as I blog this morning's blog, I know these step are not perfected and attempt to find work as a writer. I ask myself if these truth's will benefit or condemn me.
Saturday, October 28, 2017
From earlier hours this morning, I was awaiting the inspiring muse that comes on the tail end of my dreams. The crust in the corner of my eye breaks and I open them to a brief vision of what I can create. What I can imagine and feel the fleeting touch of moments between sleep and consciousness. I go thru the day thinking of it but to no success comes my search.
This is the moment I need to write. Create and dream yet I can't find the "real" in my false reality. Meaning I can't PenPoint the exact message and how to deliver it with a overall theme of storytelling.
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
Behold, I have shared a picture, thust trusting the internet with a small clue to my life outside of writing elaborate stories. After working at the airport through my first adult years, to returning to college in the process to finish what I started, and now....Now i have joined the work force once again. Many of you my be wondering why that is. I know i certainly have some "Q"s that needs "A"s as to my choice of career.
On the one hand it could be taken as laziness due to the ease of my employment in a local restaurant down the street from my home.
On the other hand it could be my pure instinct to survive by doing labor for money for food and shelter. Strange that I have only really seen people working for a living but seldom see an academic or a fellow writer moving in haste to their job.
Look, I didn't go to college to work at a job that has nothing to do with my degree but when you are good at something, like labor jobs, you still have thoses skills,they just become part of the humbleness of life and understanding ones place in it. I have always believed that a person who works for a living, a person who provides for people they love by that work will always deserve ensured survival and the better parts of life.
So I'm a Writer/ kitchen boy....get over it.