Hello everyone, more of a blog update then a blog journal today. Thanksgiving is coming up and I am feeling a little burned out. So I’m going to just have one poem this week and I’m going to take the rest of the week off from blogging. If I have the energy I might do some reblogs of some of my old stuff to fill the space.
Honestly I’ve been trying to branch out more to write a wider array of things. But I’ve been struggling to come up with anything that would work in this format. I even thought about doing podcasts of some-kind since wordpress has the functionality for that. But it would just be one more thing I have to worry about on a weekly biases.
In addition I’ve been working on my book, and while that’s a fun writing project I hesitate to post any excerpts from my book here. Maybe I’m just paranoid about that sort of thing.
At the end of the day I’m one person with a full time job and a lot of other side projects so this sort of burn out is probably something I should expect to happen and have a back up plan for, like maybe some kind of bank of poems I can pull from to post during times when I just can’t get my act together to write.
Oh well the tl;dr is, only one poem his week, maybe I’ll do some re-blogging of some old stuff if I have the energy.
Until we meet again everyone.
Hello everyone, today I’m going to share with you a few writing updates. Nothing major going on in terms of my writing. And the adult working life had been taking up the rest of my time. Now that I have a few day’s I’ve taken off for my wedding anniversary I want to spend most of that time with my wife.
Book Progress is slow but steady
Part of me wishes I could be as fast a writer as those NANOWRAMO people. Writing a whole book in the month of November is a minor miracle considering it takes me the better part of two years to write a full book. Maybe Lost Sun won’t take as long as the first book I wrote. But I’m only on chapter 4 so things are not looking good on that front. According to my computer the file for Lost Sun was created on August 19th so that’s at 2 months and only 4 chapters in. Yeah a full book in a single month would kill me.
The Cull of other writing projects
As I continue to make progress on both my book and my table top RPG system I’ve needed to cut down on more side projects. These projects were not something I’ve really talked about here so nothing really major. But it was really hard for me to convince myself that those writing project needed to be canned so I could focus on the projects that I actually wanted to get done. In the process of working on those projects I created–and then deleted a whole other blog….
Games and things
With Pokemon Sword and Shield coming out soon I’ve had a hard time concentrating on other things. I did pick up a game called Digimon Cyber Sleuth but I doubt I’ll finish it before the new Pokemon game comes out and that’s taking up all my time. Gosh I hope I can find the wherewithal to work on my writing during that time.
That’s everything for this week everyone. Until we meet again.
Authors note: This is an old poem–I actually have not herd anyone use the word spam for some time now.
I sing to thee, oh gods of distraction. You who have aggravated me so often before; I thought I was rid of you long ago. But as it has been proven time and time again, you will always be there to distract people from the main point. You are like the phoenix born again bringing a burning flame of flaming with you. Oh I see now that you must be that you must have a place in our world. But how people are so obsessed with you; why are you so why must you distract and why—oh crap this is spam isn’t it.
It was going to be so simple,
When it started,
A simple life,
A simple morality.
But that was a lie,
A lie young me told himself,
So he could believe I would fight,
For what needed fighting for.
I’m told it’s never to late,
To start anew,
But it’s never that simple.
He stood at the edge of the cliff–he didn’t know why. It felt to him as though every part of his life lead to that moment. Nothing else would matter, nothing he had done or was going to do, if he took one step forward. But backing away didn’t mean anything he did had any more meaning then it would if he chose the void.
The only thing he could bank on–the one hope–would be that he would have a chance to make his life matter. After that one single most important moment.
But since it was the single most important moment of his life he had to wonder. Would anything he ever did ever be as important again–would it even matter?
If he lived a thousand years, would it matter? Would he ever have a moment as important as that moment again?
He didn’t know….
He stepped away from the ledge….
At my door.
Why do I dream,
Of a static world,
I don’t understand,
How you failed me,
I don’t understand,
Why I’m here.
I didn’t choose this,
But it’s who I am,
And I’ve fought,
For everything about myself.
But you didn’t fight for me,
You tried to make me like,
But that’s impossible,
Why didn’t you understand that?
Someone failed you too.
There’s something in the air,
An energy I’ve come to fear,
Change appears and rears,
It’s ugly head.
This shouldn’t be an issue,
Yet every day I struggle,
To cope with change,
In a many way.
I always find,
In its being.
And things will never be the same.
When the journey begins,
And the only thing you have,
Is the wit of your head and the dirt under your feet.
When you take that first step forwards,
Not knowing what’s ahead,
A world of possibilities marked down on your map.
The forest of things that you could or could not do,
Seems impossible to navigate through,
But maybe there’s a way.
Or maybe I’ll be lost in life forever….