Wednesday, April 21, 2021
Tuesday, April 20, 2021
You've been out of your gourd
For some time now
And see eye to eye
With a little orange friend
But he's merrier than you
Because he accepts that
But you live in the same day
As you did way back when
While the calendar pages
Flip and flip
Friday, March 5, 2021
Over 500,000 people are dead, yet I still see people who refuse to wear masks. While masks are not a panacea, they help prevent the spread of COVID-19. You'd think people would do anything possible to prevent the spread of this deadly virus, but many don't seem to care. I equate not wearing a mask with a lack of humanity. It shouts, "I don't care enough about you to put a piece of cloth or piece of synthetic fiber on my face."
Friday, January 29, 2021
Friday, July 10, 2020
A mask is a piece of cloth on your face.
It's not hard. No one is infringing on your rights. You give up your rights all the time even when you buy an app or join Facebook (no your stuff isn't private or your property there). It's called the social contract. Sure you could live in a state of freedom if you want to be beaten or shot to death with no consequences. Wait a minute? That already happens!
Whenever I see people without masks, I call them out. "Where's your mask?" It's a fair question because we are talking about peoples' lives. That still matters, right?
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Friday, February 14, 2020
Everything seen, heard, or thought can inspire ideas. I don't recall who said it, but there are no original thoughts. That's true. And there are no new stories, quite frankly. Everything is recycled. For example, how many stories are the "hero's journey"? Hero starts out somewhere (home). He or she is tested. Hero wins and returns home victorious and changed. Lord of the Rings is a good example of this.
Typically I blend fiction I've read and some real life occurrences. Usually my characters are an amalgamation of fiction and multiple people, but not you, dear reader.
So my ideas that occur on an active level are normally loosely planned. Not so in the nowhere category.
When I begin writing, things pour into my head like I'm sitting in a movie theatre watching. On the good days, I have no idea where anything is coming from, and I frantically try and type everything I can as best as possible until the vague vision goes away. This is imperative because it will go away and never come back, like one of those illusive dreams you long for seconds after you wake up.
My best ideas have seemingly fallen out of the sky, and I say, "Oh...shit, I better write this down." My latest story came out beautifully, and I still can't believe it came out so well. It fused somewhere in the ether after two thoughts, years apart, met each other in my mind while I was running, I believe. I'm working on a novel based on that story, but I wonder: how am I ever going to come up with a story like that again?
So much more can be said, and I've likely not given you a clearer idea than when I started. Quite frankly, I really don't know where the ideas come from, but I do know if I read, write, and observe there will be more ideas.
Tuesday, February 11, 2020
I don't know about you, but I get sick of hearing from people, who "want to write." As Stephen King says, "Writers write." It's that simple and that difficult. If you don't write, you aren't a writer. You are just a talker kind of like that person who says they want to go to law school. They don't.
Writers also read a lot. I've found this doesn't just mean reading a physical book because I listen to close to sixty audio books a year. That's a lot, and I think it helps me hear how words sound and visualize paragraphs. I get more of a sense of rhythm, pace, and when to do what.
My advice to other writers is easy: write, even if it's just a little.