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.
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.
As the the title gives away, I recently went on my third trip to New York City to celebrate my anniversary with my beloved. This time around we hit a few bumps in the road getting to our hotel, but we eventually figured our way to our destination. We decided to stay once again at Hotel Pennsylvania, but this time around we got a much better room. A smaller size that fit our needs, a better TV, comfy bed, and warm to come back to at the end of the day. Rumbling erupted from our stomachs as we traversed the streets of New York City. Dallas BBQ seemed like a good choice as we entered the building. Instantly, our noses agreed with our choice as we took the escalator to the second floor. Great artwork surrounded us as we made our way to the table. So many tasty things to try, it was hard to decide what to chose. Eventually, I got a rack of ribs, crunchy wings, fries, and a frozen, alcoholic pineapple crush drink. Scoffing does not even accurately describe how fast I ate my food. It was delicious in every aspect, a little too much so when it came to the drink having to remind myself that it was alcoholic. In my rambunctious hunger, my love was nice enough to give me a bite of her pulled pork sandwich. Delicious as well and made me want to try more, but I did not want to be rolled out the building.
After seeing how well the army of police and ambulances responded to a situation outside, we made our way for a quick stop at Midtown Comics. Lots of items in store, but nothing that really caught my eye as we continued on our way to our main destination. As my love and I do every time we go to NYC, we booked tickets to a Broadway musical; this time they were for Aladdin. What a awesome show. Spectacular dancing, splendid music, terrific visual effects, and that Genie just stole the show. Friend Like Me was my favorite song of the whole production and that actor just brought on a whole different take on Genie that had me intrigued from the beginning. My apologies to the cast and crew for not giving a standing ovation at your performance; I was afraid of falling over the railing with my stiff knees. Having enjoyed the show, we made our way to a Qdoba near our hotel where we picked up our food from a stressed worker who appreciated our understanding of working in a fast paced job. The gentlemen was nice enough to give us coupons with a genuine smile on his face. We retreated to our lair to devour our food; mine being Stromboli that I absolutely loved. Partly because I did not have to make it from scratch like if I was at home, but the flavor itself was pretty great. Unfortunately this trip was a short one as we made our way to work the next day. NYC is such a large place with so many more places to visit and experience. I look forward to the next time we explore the city to find more hidden wonders.