Busy little bee
The title says it, I haven’t had time to write anything of substance all week.
I dislike that intensely.
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Things and stuff
I haven’t had time to write the last couple of days. This week is crazy busy.
Hopefully I’ll have some time this weekend.
Also ruminating in the background for NaNoWriMo. I’m not completely certain what I’ll write, but I’ve got a character in mind. I think that he’s an interesting amalgamate of hopes, dreams, triumphs, defeats and anguish. He is tragically flawed, but he’s got potential.
I can build a world around him.
You’re fast becoming my reason. Not the only one of course, but a serious wow.
I rather like that.
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Why’s and what-for’s
I’m about to anthropomorphize my iPhone.
I swear my shuffle is prescient. It seems to know exactly what I want to hear at times. Conversely, at other times, it also seems to know just what I absolutely cannot take listening to.
So strange.
Or maybe I’m strange.
Scratch that maybe, I am definitely strange. But I’ve made peace with that.
Pace change: I wonder what other people are thinking all the time. It’s always in the background of my thoughts. I wonder about the things that make them, well, them.
Just what are they thinking about? In general, specifically, at certain times…the list goes on. But I most wonder how their train of thought functions. Is it like mine? Do they think about the same things that I do?
I wonder what kinds of stops their trains make and why. Always I come back to why.
why, Why, WHY?
But I digress, why people think the things that they do is an insoluble riddle. Here a motivator, there a descriptor but the process remains a mystery.
I’m not sure how I feel about that.
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Jus sayin
I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life and that is why I succeed.
-Michael Jordan
You could definitely go worse places for life advice than the greatest basketball player who has ever played the game…just sayin.
The Hitler-esque mustache he’s been sporting in the newer Hanes commercials is another story though.
Cautiously Optimistic
Warning: This is probably going to be a rather disjointed post.
So I’ve started doing the post a day challenge (rather late, I know, but I only found out about it around four or five hours ago).
I try to post everyday, I don’t always succeed so maybe the postaday2011 tag will help remind me.
I also signed up for NaNoWriMo. Or national novel writing month. It’s in november if you’re interested. If you win you get cool swag and if you don’t you still win because you just wrote a novel in a month. How freaking cool is that?
50,000 words in one month. Anything you want to write, no editing, no tweaking, just writing. I’m already writing a series, which I’m very much enjoying but this is going to be pure fun. I’m super excited to see what my incredibly random creation process comes up with.
I’ve been slacking on the running a bit as my workload has increased. Honestly though with a full time job and my writing gig it’s not like I’ve got a ton of free time anyway. So I don’t feel all that bad about being a slacker. In other words my bmi is still golden.
It wouldn’t hurt to do some crunches now and then though…
Hmmmm, my categories included love and inspiration so I feel somewhat obligated to mention them, since it’d be easier than deleting the tags.
What inspires me? I don’t know that I’ve really thought about that in serious detail. There are a ton of authors that I look up to, men and women who write words that speak directly to my soul.
This topic bears a more intensive discussion at a later date.
As for the love-tag. I’ll keep it simple: I can feel it on the edge of my awareness, it is slowly saturating my thoughts. It stalks my dreams and hovers behind my eyes when I awake.
It seems to permeate my every mindful action; making me strive to be the best possible version of me that I can be.
It’s an amazing feeling.
Annnnnd since I’m bored it’s picture time again:
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Someday I may explain why I sign my posts with a heart.
Randomy Random Randomness
Spending another Friday night writing.
Strangely enough, I’m pretty psyched about that.
In other news it is fcuking cold in Vancouver right now. (Yes, I meant to misspell the f-bomb. I’ve been trying to take the swearing out of my vocabulary, we’ll see how that goes.)
Yep, wearing a ten-year old DC Shoes beanie. I’ve never seen anyone with this particular beanie, which aside from it’s remarkable comfortableness is why I love this hat.
What you can’t see in this snapshot is that my laptop is on my lap…keeping said lap extra-toasty.
Hopefully while most of my timezone is out getting schwasty-faced I’ll get four or five chapters at least outlined and even more hopefully, partially written.
Sidenote: I’m slightly jealous of everyone that’s out having a good time tonight.
Being an adult is sometimes not as much fun as I’d always imagined it would be.
Honestly, I find it rather Marxian at times. The choice to choose is usually just a multiple choice exam filled with things that you’d rather not do.
The choice you don’t get is the one I’d most like: the choice not to choose.
That said, it’s not all bad. I’ve always thought that life is what you make of what you’ve got.
From that perspective it’s very safe to say:
I freakin love my life.
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Thereabouts
I considered writing this post in business letter format. Then I decided that I’m far too lazy for that level of pretension today.
At any rate, life seems to have begun to hit the right groove.
Writing is going swimmingly, it’s not going to cost me nearly as much as I’d thought to start my company and there’s a pretty amazing copilot for my journey.
Can’t complain today; not even my usual existential angst can gain a foothold lately.
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Manifest Destiny
I’m of two minds on the idea of fate; that oh-so-prickly concept of destiny.
I like it.
And I don’t.
I hate the idea that I’m not the one in control of my life.
I love the idea that locked away in some maximum-security vault is a master plan, that could I but get a glimpse of, would allow my entire life to make perfect sense.
Everytime I think about fate or destiny I always end up thinking about the idea of soulmates. I absolutely love the concept that out there in the wide, wide world there is person that is a perfect match for each and every one of us.
I mean just think about that for a second. If you really think about the fact that human perception is based on dualities it makes perfect sense.
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Newton was on to something there…
I also really love using physics to make tenuous connections to ephemeralities.
And while you’re pondering the perfection of the concept of soulmates, think about how statistically amazing it is when they find each other….billions of people on this ball of rock and water and somehow, someway, two people that fit together as though they were made from the same mold find each other in this hot mess that we inhabit?
Fate…Destiny…blind luck starts to look a little less appealing when I put it like that doesn’t it?
Just sayin.
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Ergo
Listening to Dub FX and reading over my blog entries from the last year or so.
…you can love me or not but either way I’ve got to wake up to face another day tomorrow morning, you can love me or not but either way I’ve got the sunrise looking in my eyes…tomorrow morning, what will the world bring, what will it bring to me…
What a journey, in my ears and my mind.
I’ve read words that literally give me goosebumps; startlingly prescient things I’ve said that only make sense from where I now stand.
It really makes one wonder where inspiration comes from. Is it a direct link to something/someplace else? Can creative people tap into that theoretical collective unconscious that seems to get dusted off at some point in every anthro class I’ve ever taken?
Maybe it’s just a function of my general vagueness.
Any way that I look at it, it’s still kinda, for lack of a better adjective, well, trippy.
I’m incredibly happy right now. I’ve got amazing people populating my life and I’ve got such an overwhelming sense of optimism for the future that it’s almost palpable.
I’m almost surprised that it’s not visible, flowing from me in waves, making me look like a mirage; wobbling through the streets like a tornado wrapped in Sahara heat-shimmer.
You get the idea.
I always want to say so much more. But I’m also enjoying the deliberate mystery. I occasionally mention that deliberate mystery is work. It is, but it’s fun work.
I also know that a few people read my blog, as in regularly, on purpose. And there are always some randoms that stop by now and then: so the vague discourse that defines my monologues will continue until further notice.
I’m sticking my tongue out right now. Of course you can’t see it, but just imagine it for a second; I’d do it for you.
In other news:
My rather battered face is healing quite well (yet another surgery, strange how one moment can add so much pain to a man’s life). I may have to have another surgery in the spring but that’s months away and so is not much of an issue right now.
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Be
I feel like a shooting star.
This is not so much a reference to flying as it is one to falling.
I am, a bit more every second of each day.
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