Well it is 0230 11/14/2017 right now and I felt compelled to write something which should really be my novel… I fear my wife, who is sleeping right next to me might refer to a time where I used to awkwardly wake up, go downstairs away from her to write said novel. She would sometimes rollover and feel no “me,” come downstairs with a furious frown or what have you would call it, or maybe come downstairs for breakfast only to see me going upstairs to sleep. Either way, the novel took preference when she was in the land of slumber. That was a year to two years ago and now here we are, a beautiful plague that bounce me around that weren’t so not too long ago. Air force, baby, wife, new jersey, investments, debt (oh cmon what’s life without debt)… all things that I just jumped right in and expected a seamless and perfect system that should have by now manifested itself instantly or even by now. Obviously, I haven’t gotten it all quite right. I still yearn to write, still holding on to that ongoing dream, that goal of completing and being a force in the literary world of writers and authors, my time stamp for it has been modified time and time again. then the question is at all worth it? I still say yes today, but what about tomorrow or a few days, months from now? Will finances finally disavow my membership in the “dare to dream club”? My wife supports me, people around me support me, but you know how it is. It’s a yes in my reality, “go do this, do what you love” and in theirs, coincidentally a cohabitation of the inverse was applied, “what the fuck was he thinking and now he has air force, baby, wife, investments, bills and debt. What will being a writer do for him? why waste your time?” A time before this me, there was other me who would say, “I do what the fuck I want! I got this.” Now it is remotely the same, but I admit it has lost some of its luminosity, the ember sometimes cools off. Life was refreshing this year, perhaps too refreshing. Slowly I realize time is probably the harshest of the family of realism. I have been a writer for an ongoing 3 years now and my promises of publishing a novel has been nonexistent and I am not mad or ansy about it, I am relieved. There is much for me to learn and grow on so much so that releasing at the time I wanted to would have been tragic. Yes TRAGIC. Even now it is scary, albeit better. I am a writer, but a critically acclaimed best selling author perhaps not, perhaps never? (hell no) I will achieve that. I have been up to much and stagnant with little. Mistakes I have made this year caught up with me and now I must rectify them, methodically or else I will fuck up my future. Point. 2017 I have done a lot and got a lot shoved on to my plate. It will take another year to fix the damages, more time to reach my goal. But I always knew that, I just needed to write it to see it for myself.
The moment passes me still
So fast, so fast. The stagnant I,
Stays grounded in transition,
The crossroads where a choice is present
Is unappealing. The want near naught
The will close to will not.
Yet! I complain. Motivate! I scream
Mentally; that drains me. Ah well
Ah well. These are periods of rest,
Recuperative thought, my next move,
Always the biggest, my last move
Always the step. Up the ladder I go,
I deserve a memorable rest.
Good morning followers and wordpress. Last 3 weeks have been hectic, good and bad, but fret not. I am here. I am stressed beyond beleif and to be frank my methods aren’t working at this present time. I am working to be back on track every minute, we will see what the next couple hours bring. My first thought was to write a poem about stress but, that would be lackluster to me. So now I am writing random things for the sake of conversation… or I can give you some updates. This year I am going to publish. Yes! Then I have also almost completed my novella. Then I was able to see my son 3 weeks ago. A lot of happy moments for me. Then some bad but, until I am finished dealing with them, I won’t speak on it. Sorry! 🤥 More effort on my part is needed, so I will give more. I admit I slipped a bit and took things a little likely, life still gave me a haymaker. Other than that, I am alive and well and counting the positives so with that said, hope all of you are doing well, feel free to drop a like or comment, a follow as well! Ciao!
A region in which reason exists
A place for space to be comprehended
The zone they thought was the omega
Why neglect the one thing yet truly explored
Physical state is something of marvel
The only organ that has a mental side
The only thing keeping you from absence
Why not sojourn me, once you understand
Wisdom brings you to the world you seek
Traverse the incline where it exists
I am a depth of empty thoughts
Not because of self induced void
But because of the mountain of neglect.
In the evening no one is realeased, I hate that guy. I must learn to cooperate with him I guess. Goodmorning everyone, it is I, the one and only I. WordPress and followers I am closing in on the end of my novella, I am about 15k words to the finish. Before you say wait, hold up, 15k words is a lot, I catch writing fever towards the end of my manuscripts. 🤡 Two to three weeks from now I should be done at the least. Now on to the nice picture with the nice caption. Morning writing is the best for me. In the morning I come fresh out of dream land ready to type away. I wake up from 4 to about 6 am ready to write for about 3 to 4 hours. I put away my world and go back into my self induced dream. Except I can move. That’s important. Editing is my worst enemy truth be told, I must overcome him if I am ever to release something. I spent 4 months away from Kamikaze and Lawyer in the Sand. I am ready to tackle them. Working on the J. Tinton novella is so fun because of how I am writing, I get a biy of leeway with grammar and structure. To me it’s shaping up. Love it. I love writing. I can confidently say that. I LOVE WRITING! Time to make friends with the editor. Ciao.😀
おはよ！ Or goodmorning friends, followers, passerbyers and WordPress! The sun is pretty nice here, some breeze, the music is nice, last night’s sleep was awkward but, this morning I am vibrant. Let’s get into this. Today I am playing around with the basics of writing, re-acquainting myself with it. With that I can solidify what I have been doing, what I would call above average but now a lot better. The english language as you know is a ball of yarn with many rules and sub-rules… that makes it all the more fun to use! My novels will try to explore the obvious typed like narrative but, incorporating the others with my twist should prove to be something spectacular. In my mind I want to start moving on applying my skill better through maturing them through study. Hence, editing Lawyer in the Sand has been a task as I am not an editor. Writing A Designers Obsession, The Infidelity of J. TINTON and Kamikaze has been interesting for me because I am clearly toning my characters personalities and creating connections with them. In laymans terms the medium on which I am creating a great story is much more robust the more I do it. More laymans terms, I am writing better lol! And I see it, especially starting where I was, which was good, real good according to my critiquers and editors, but not quite there. It is a learning process and I am enjoying the ride with heavy anticipation. Even as I write to you all, I am practicing. Chase perfection and you will forever be fit for excellence.
Imagine this, absent spherical illuminescence.
The night filled with stars but, none to look up to.
Your nights sub par.
So, what do you, with the ruler of the night gone?
The who quietly reigns in partiality.
The one that when fully visible in the publics eye,
they wish there was no sun.
At that moment, they want me to stay a little longer…
Just an extended stay, before the bright ray…
Peaks over the horizon to stay.