I have found myself in the past week fighting a forest. You might ask what would I be doing in a forest? Well… it may not be as it seems. My terrain is actually a yard which is mine. As of the past couple months I have purchased my first home with my wife. And the yard… well let’s just say it was left in pretty bad condition when we started. Slowly, the transformation has begun. Where once was all but undergrowth and vines is now something that looks maintained. No longer do snaking vines try to choke my deck. They have been cut down to their den to thrive in a different burrow. Hidden “treasures” of beer and other waste have been removed. Yet there is still so much to do. Once this taming has been done, I can focus on the fun part… Setting up and decorating the outside. So many plans I have in mind. The question is what ones to follow through with. That I’ll let you all know when I’ve gotten it a little more set. Sorry for the brief blog. but it has taken a lot out of me as of late. Hoping you’re taking good care and remember to trim your forests as well.
Some of you may have noticed that my posts are not the most polished of works. This is actually on purpose for a couple of reasons. One, I want my readers to experience my raw emotion when I write a post; nothing to hide my feelings as I weave my tapestry. Hear the clicking and clacking of the keyboard as it grows faster with anger or tentatively slower with an aching heart. If I get even a flicker of any kind of emotion from another person from my stories, I feel giddy and can’t help but smile. Second, it is to show others where a writer begins. Every great author had to start somewhere and many struggled at first to get that first book published. But it is also important to show that they were not all fantastic writers at first. They had to learn the skills of the trade before becoming the great story tellers they were meant to be. Which brings me to my third reason, humility. I want to look back on these posts and remind myself not to get too big for my britches. Honestly, I believe that I will find great success in my future and do not want to lose myself in that achievement. So here my first thoughts shall be scribbled down, you hear that future me? Do. not. forget. yourself. Money does not buy you happiness and everyone is equal.
Oh exciting news everyone. I have decided to go into self-publishing as I have ran into a sum of money as of late. Once that comes in I can start that process. Further postings will keep you up on my adventures on this new frontier.
Ironic… a writer who is at a lost for words.
Honestly, I have tried to write this post a couple times now, but every time it does not seem quite right. Either it’s too cheesy or just does not have the right feel. In the end, I think the best way to honor someone’s life is to reveal your favorite memory with them. Mine is not a specific one, per se, rather a general set of events. You see at one time I was taking guitar lessons at the same time my brother was taking drum lessons. The place was not where we lived, but in the city of Manchester. This was the one day I saw my dad on a regular basis due to a variety of factors. Anyways, after the music had ended we always headed to the same diner, the Red Arrow Diner. There we would just sit and talk about our week while eating some great food. Those are my favorite memories; the simplicity of enjoying one’s company and talking about everything but nothing all at once. I remember the laughs that would make people look at us funny until they would join in the chuckle. Pretty sure we knew the whole staff at that place at one point. Dad always seemed to bring out the fun in everyone.
See you later Dad, I know I will meet you again some day at a counter for another round of laughter and food. I love you very much.
For those of you who read this I want you to take one thing away from this.. Spend time with the ones you love. One never knows when life will end. Don’t keep saying I will visit them later or when you have time, because sometimes that ends up being never. Time will pass on whether you are ready for it to do so or not. Thank you for reading.
Finally decided to make my Youtube channel that I have been debating on making for a while now. The first video has been posted and I hope you all enjoy it. The link to the video can be found below. Warning the sound quality is not as good as I would have hoped.
A mental illness well known, but not fully understood. Ironic, considering how many times it is misdiagnosed. Now, as a writer, the only way I know how to explain such a concept is creatively.
Imagine yourself in a sink hole, unable to escape. At first, you try to claw your way out towards the light; only to realize the effort is in vain. The evidence lies in your bleeding fingers and claw marks in the sand. Slowly, the darkness swallows your whole being; giving yourself over to its embrace. Hours pass as your need for food, drink, socializing.. anything fades away. All you will do is stare blankly into the abyss, questioning why you should even exist. There is no finding a way out. If you are lucky, a friend will throw a line down to raise you out of the hole. Whether you accept that offer is a different story. They will have to fight for you to find the hope to crawl to them; pull you back from the abyss. Otherwise you are at the mercy of the Earth, if you have the right herbs. These may just snap you out of it or the wrong amount will make things worse.
Be mindful of your fellow humans if you see such suffering, you could be the line that helps them out of the hole.