Led Zepplin
This post has absolutely nothing to do with this most amazing of bands... besides the fact that I am currently listening to Hey Hey What Can I Do, by them....plus a crap load of others.
We are told to write what we know. You know... THEY tell us this...whoever they are. But in fairness to "the Man" I was actually told this by more than one reputable writer. Margaret Atwood and Tad Williams both were decent enough to respond to me in a 'non-formulaic' style. You know... they actually responded to me normally instead of through form letters or their assistants.
Write what you know. I want to write again, and the itch is on me almost all the time, like a tickle in the ear or a low buzzing in the background that you just cant drown out with music, sleep, sex, or any other distraction.
...So it begs the question... what DO I know exactly? I know that I need to lick my fingers to scrape the lint out of the lint trap. I know that Ebraking is the most fun you can possibly have with your car...unless you are playing bumper cars with a friend...
I know that Love is now an evil and polluted word. I know my heart isn't right and that life can kick you in the ass when you least expect it....and sometimes when you most expect it... Life is a bit of a two dollar hooker that way...
Always dropping onto yer metaphorical dick and squashing yer balls when you really can't afford it.
I know what I like. Music, women, working out, martial arts, laughing, camping by a lake, and a few other small things not worth mentioning here.
Can I turn all of these goofy things into something worth reading? Can anyone?
This blog is simply my way of thinking out loud, as well as practicing a bit for what is to come. Of course there are the questions about that; Am I good enough? Is this yet another dream that will fail, leaving me more embittered and disillusioned? Will I write something that will inspire people?
Deep down inside, past the angry cynicism and realist persona is someone who simply wants to make people smile. I want to write, to entertain, to paint a picture in your mind... I want you to see what I see behind these eyes, to understand what I am trying to say in ways that seem impossible in our present day and age...
I am hoping to get there, to break on through to the other side, like a car smashing through a snowbank at mach 2, shattering these weaknesses and human frailties.
I can sense it, like someone right on the edge of your peripheral vision, a movement catching your eye and forcing you to look. The itch is there. Almost every day it beckons to me, bothers me, forces sleep out of my head and offers no peace.
Maybe I will find that peace once I start on this journey. And a journey it is, indeed. Don't be fooled, gentle reader... because we are all on a walk, and this particular door has been open to me for a very long time. I can feel the warm springtime breezes, I can smell the apple blossoms growing just around the corner, begging me to explore them, I can see those rays of sunshine slanting through the branches of a once-dead tree that is showing the first signs of life.
All I need to do is step over the threshold and start travelling....
We are told to write what we know. You know... THEY tell us this...whoever they are. But in fairness to "the Man" I was actually told this by more than one reputable writer. Margaret Atwood and Tad Williams both were decent enough to respond to me in a 'non-formulaic' style. You know... they actually responded to me normally instead of through form letters or their assistants.
Write what you know. I want to write again, and the itch is on me almost all the time, like a tickle in the ear or a low buzzing in the background that you just cant drown out with music, sleep, sex, or any other distraction.
...So it begs the question... what DO I know exactly? I know that I need to lick my fingers to scrape the lint out of the lint trap. I know that Ebraking is the most fun you can possibly have with your car...unless you are playing bumper cars with a friend...
I know that Love is now an evil and polluted word. I know my heart isn't right and that life can kick you in the ass when you least expect it....and sometimes when you most expect it... Life is a bit of a two dollar hooker that way...
Always dropping onto yer metaphorical dick and squashing yer balls when you really can't afford it.
I know what I like. Music, women, working out, martial arts, laughing, camping by a lake, and a few other small things not worth mentioning here.
Can I turn all of these goofy things into something worth reading? Can anyone?
This blog is simply my way of thinking out loud, as well as practicing a bit for what is to come. Of course there are the questions about that; Am I good enough? Is this yet another dream that will fail, leaving me more embittered and disillusioned? Will I write something that will inspire people?
Deep down inside, past the angry cynicism and realist persona is someone who simply wants to make people smile. I want to write, to entertain, to paint a picture in your mind... I want you to see what I see behind these eyes, to understand what I am trying to say in ways that seem impossible in our present day and age...
I am hoping to get there, to break on through to the other side, like a car smashing through a snowbank at mach 2, shattering these weaknesses and human frailties.
I can sense it, like someone right on the edge of your peripheral vision, a movement catching your eye and forcing you to look. The itch is there. Almost every day it beckons to me, bothers me, forces sleep out of my head and offers no peace.
Maybe I will find that peace once I start on this journey. And a journey it is, indeed. Don't be fooled, gentle reader... because we are all on a walk, and this particular door has been open to me for a very long time. I can feel the warm springtime breezes, I can smell the apple blossoms growing just around the corner, begging me to explore them, I can see those rays of sunshine slanting through the branches of a once-dead tree that is showing the first signs of life.
All I need to do is step over the threshold and start travelling....
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