New and Improved
So I have been living in my new apartment for about a month, and really living in it (CONSTANTLY) for the last three weeks. I have had a lot of time to sit around and do nothing but think, an annoying situation to be in. It is something akin to be grounded and having to "think about what you have done". I never understood that idea when I was a kid, there was no possible way my mother was able to know what I was thinking, so I spent my time wondering why the superheros in my comic books didn't wear shorts in the summer, or at least when they had to go to an active volcano to save the world. They have access to tailors, why no shorts ? Mom never called me out on my wandering mind when confined to a room full of books, toys and nice view. I assume she thought she had a victory.
Here in my apartment, during my latest grounding for being so foolish falling off of my bicycle and breaking my collar bone, I have actually spent time thinking about what I have done. Happy Mom ?
I have been piecing together the last several months, starting of course in Florida, cruising through my few months in Tucson and everything to date here in Oregon.
I am accepting of my lost opportunities in Arizona.
I am now prideful of my escape from total misery in Florida.
I am comfortable with my situation in Oregon.
I took all of these things and finally started writing again. This here is me taking a break from the story. It's really moving at an alarming pace.
I started it a few days ago after watching The Last Kiss, when I realized that I only really started to enjoy the movie after Zach Braff's character started making horrible decisions. This got me to thinking about one of my favorite books The Fuck Up, by Arthur Nersesian which again involves someone making a lot of bad decisions. I thought to myself "I CAN DO THAT... I HAVE DONE THAT... I MAKE BAD DECISIONS EVERYDAY... AND I CAN MAKE THEM ENTERTAINING."
... and I started writing again... just like that.
I was suddenly free from the stifiling rule of my miserable ex-girlfriend, I was free of being a drunken women chasing maniac, I was just free... am free.
... and now I type to solidify my freedom.
I'm psyched.
Here in my apartment, during my latest grounding for being so foolish falling off of my bicycle and breaking my collar bone, I have actually spent time thinking about what I have done. Happy Mom ?
I have been piecing together the last several months, starting of course in Florida, cruising through my few months in Tucson and everything to date here in Oregon.
I am accepting of my lost opportunities in Arizona.
I am now prideful of my escape from total misery in Florida.
I am comfortable with my situation in Oregon.
I took all of these things and finally started writing again. This here is me taking a break from the story. It's really moving at an alarming pace.
I started it a few days ago after watching The Last Kiss, when I realized that I only really started to enjoy the movie after Zach Braff's character started making horrible decisions. This got me to thinking about one of my favorite books The Fuck Up, by Arthur Nersesian which again involves someone making a lot of bad decisions. I thought to myself "I CAN DO THAT... I HAVE DONE THAT... I MAKE BAD DECISIONS EVERYDAY... AND I CAN MAKE THEM ENTERTAINING."
... and I started writing again... just like that.
I was suddenly free from the stifiling rule of my miserable ex-girlfriend, I was free of being a drunken women chasing maniac, I was just free... am free.
... and now I type to solidify my freedom.
I'm psyched.
Comments
Welcome back! Glad you could find your block and destroy it!
I look forward you your new creations!
... and it's a book, another attempted book, so I don't know that it will be readable in vox. too damn long for a post :)
... but I plan on getting back to business on this site, sorting out different thoughts and pondering and forcing strangers to read it.
Confidence....hmmmm.....likin' it.
Some things that come out as crap initially, can be edited into masterpieces at a later date...write it all down, store it...get back to it later and you never know what might happen!
If you publish...let me know...I'd be interested to read!