Archive for April, 2011


Novel Idea

Sooooo I’ve decided to write journal entries from my protagonist, first person beginning toward the end of the first novel.

As my character evolves into a more mature person, he becomes much more introspective so I thought it’d be fun to write some things as him. I’ve created a blog for him, good way to save the entries and I can do it from my iPhone 🙂

Keep it real kids,
❤ ry



“Ambition is like love, impatient both of delays and rivals.”
– Buddha

My life and by extension, this blog, become more intriguing day by day.

There is something, that I cannot explain, that takes a greater hold of me, day by day. Name by name, face by face, I’ve drawn closer to the truth of this place.

You linger in my memory, like a haunting melody, so much like a dream while I’m awake.

There are some things which cannot be explained only embraced.

Keep it real kids,
❤ ry


Choice: or Chosen to Choose

Free will is the most precious gift: and that gift is choice. Those of you with a background in Marxism will tell me that the choices we make are based on the illusion of choice.

Yes you are correct, to an extent. We have the choice of where to work, but not necessarily the choice of whether or not to work. Which is a fine example of an illusory choice. Unfortunately for those of you rejoicing in this logical victory: I’m not talking about illusory choices today.

The choices that matter, the ones that you’ll agonize over, are actually choices you’ve already made, your heart makes those decisions; all you’ve got to do is learn to listen.

I can hear that whisper, like a low hum in the background, a figurative trail made of breadcrumbs, leading me ever onward, each step closer and closer to where that choice matters most.

I’ve found what I’ve been looking for at long last, and somehow it is everything I never knew I always wanted.

Keep it real kids,
❤ ry


Sometimes life throws you a curve ball. Luckily for me I’ve never had a problem hitting the curve.

I also thoroughly enjoy using baseball analogies to describe my life.

“Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others and the delight in the recognition.”
– Alexander Smith

There is so much to write about today but as I’m currently galavanting around in search of Chinese food, I will simply say this: today I am filled with hope.

Keep it real kids,
❤ ry


A writer should have this little voice inside of you saying, Tell the truth. Reveal a few secrets here.
– Quentin Tarantino

I’m pretty proud of the fact that I share that philosophy on writing with someone as talented and prolific as Quentin Tarantino.

Today is going to be interesting, I think, in a lot of ways. I’m feeling a strange sense of serenity, as though something I dream of is so close I can reach out and touch it. I feel it, like the distant boom of thunder, deep inside echoing and reverberating through me.

I can feel the approach of something, something almost indescribable, and yet so very near and familiar.
I’m speaking in riddles, I know this, one thing I have learned though is while revealing a few secrets you must keep some things to yourself until the moment arrives.

I believe that moment approaches, sonic boom pushing it ahead of the lines that attempt to snare it, attempt to drag it back into complacency and routine.

The moment breaks free it’s bonds and I await, breathless.

Keep it real kids,
❤ ry