writing of necessity

Spent some time this evening just hammering out some more character development, as well as my first official 'transition' chapter for new character intro as well as story line advancement.  
  I find it odd that having never studied english, literature, writing, or anything past highschool Language Arts (What a joke), I have such a zeal and understanding of all of this.  I am glad that I have truly found my own personal talent.
  Yeah I know I know... It's always been there, keep it down in back. I know it's always been there but the effort to pull it out can be a real struggle at times, and other times it forces itself on me, rudely interrupting my evening or precious sleeping time... you know, like right now?
  It cannot be denied.  I'm ok with it.  I don't anticipate being some artistic genius of any sort, or even getting published along the way, although that would be very cool... I think I just want to leave something behind. Something that will impact folks with a sense of wonder, imagination, laughter, excitement, fear and memory of a truly well written story. A tale, a yarn of epic proportions, or more simply... a book that you just dont want to put down.

  I have the characters (or at least a couple of the mains) set, and the very edges of a storyline. I just find myself wondering if I want to ride this mad train of imaginary insanity... I honestly don't know where it will take me, and I have a healthy respect (read as fear) of failing at the one thing I know in my heart of hearts...I'm actually good at.

  Then there's the 'other' story.  The one I desperately want to write but so don't want to mangle, and fear I will.... the book that follows a poor kids exploits and troubles, adventures and the horror of living in the ghetto.  

  I plan on writing this; my legacy written in word, my history with a lime twist.  A true tale told as per Hollywood pre-fab 'additions'.

  Because it's a tale closely paralleling my real life, and one I will tell by drawing on so many of my own experiences, I find I have a large bag of trepidation to carry when I turn to this project.

  So for now, I turn away.  Let me write in a world I understand, a world that is completely new and totally of my own creation.  This is easy, safe, and different... new.

  I have lived with my own story for many years. All of em in fact.  Maybe it can wait till my skill has advanced a bit more.  Maybe its time to finally compete.... Writing contests....  hmmm

Been thinking of doing up an acoustic version of the song "Shut Up" by the watchmen, such a great band! The song is about Anne Frank. I think it would work out really well 1) assuming I have the skills to figure out the song for acoustic and 2) I can actually sing it acoustically. heh.. It made sense in my head driving home from work...
speaking of which... Im posting a good driving home from work song. An oldie but a goodie.




Lying in bedrooms is easy
It's not like it's five years ago
Lately you're over my body
Is that just the place that I want you to be

Look at the pictures you've gotten
Like signals from oncoming cars
We're covered in cake from the last time
I know it sounds weird we collect it in jars
Is that just the place that I wanna be

(Oh can't you see, it's a life I don't need)
(Please don't make this thing out for me)
The way that I wanna be

Driving in style with a smile on
I wish the light could turn red on me now
The day's been so damn hard already
So buckle me in on the highway of sin
'Cause that's just the way that I wanna be

(Oh can't you see, it's a life I don't need)
(Please don't make this thing happen to me)
The way that I wanna be

Is that just the way
Is that just the way
All uncovered
Is that just the way

Driving in style with a smile on
I wish the light could turn red on me now
The day's been so damn hard already
So buckle me in on the highway of sin
'Cause that's just the way that I wanna be

Is that just the way
Is that just the way
All uncovered
Is that just the way

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