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Wednesday, October 22, 2008

There and Back

Two weeks ago I left for Europe.  Last week I came back from Europe.

Next time I'm going to spend more time there.  Not to mention go onto the actual continent part of Europe.  I greatly, greatly enjoyed London.  It was the most amazing trip of my life.  While the US and UK are similar in so many more ways than either country's citizens would like to admit, it was also a very alien environment.

I loved it.

I'm a traveler.
Homer: Well Marge, you gotta admit, I've been on my best behavior this trip.
Marge: You punched out three people on the street.
Homer: That was over soccer results. Can you believe they gave Giggs a yellow card in the box?!
Marge: Do you understand any part of what you just said?
Homer: I understood the word 'gave'… unless it means something else in this country!

Friday, October 3, 2008

...to post again.

Ugh.

That more or less sums up my entire mental state right now.  Focusing is a problem that is plaguing me right now.  It's a serious problem.  Why?  Because I want to accomplish something significant or make some headway in my writing.  In the end I can never settle my mind and actually focus on writing. I have so many possible avenues to follow.  I grab onto ideas and embrace them for all of a day.  I don't know, my mind can't focus on anything.  Blame for this can lie in anything, but in the end it's my own fault for not simply having the will to make my life more significant.  It's going to happen, but I need to make it happen.

I could also be using my time to look for a new job.  It just never fails, I'm always going to be unhappy in the job front.  That's what happens when you are a college graduate with a high school dropout's job.  It's demoralizing.  I put a positive spin on it, or at least attempt to do so.  I call it life experience, work experience, getting to know colorful characters, conditioning my body... anything I can to make it seem worthwhile.

I just need to pick one or two projects and focus all of my attention on those.  I have an unending flow of ideas.  However, those ideas are starting to burden me.  I feel like if I don't do something with all of them that I am failing myself to some degree.  I need to force myself to write.  Focus on my comedy novel, my comedy series, an internet comic, a blog, my epic novel (not bloody well likely), a project utilizing my friends and I, some sort of travel writing.  I think most importantly I have to write for some local papers.  Actually do the work, encourage myself to bust out.  I thought these blogs would be my vessel to express myself or my ideas.  Yet I just never muster up the gumption to update with new posts.  Almost like it's a burden somehow.  I can't let writing become a burden, like it is now, I need to make a rewarding and exciting experience.

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