Good Evening, all!
We've surpassed Wednesday for the week, which means that I'm only 48 hours away from the top shelf six-pack I have on ice in the refrigerator. There are few things I love more than my end-of-week beers. They're the little pot 'o gold at the end of the rainbow, rewarding me for my aimless pursuit of the rainbow all week.
A very good friend of mine recently mentioned how they check my blog multiple times daily to see if I've posted anything. The resounding answer is typically, 'No', but tonight I figured I'd write, mainly for my buddy.
It got me really thinking about friends, and on a larger scale the people that come and go from our lives. I don't' have any idea how many people I've interacted with in my life. There's no way to know how many handshakes, smiles, held-open doors and flipped middle fingers I've encountered in day-to-day living. Some roles in my life have been so small, while others have been quite a bit larger.
As I've become married and now a commuting business man, time for friends and people is virtually non-existent. Just two weeks ago I saw my best man for the first time in six months, and my other best man just had a second kid, so I'm nearly certain that I'll never hear from him again. There was a time when these people occupied most of my spare time. Now they occupy almost none of it.
That's a part of growing up, though. It's the metamorphosis into manhood, where instead of wasting time with buddies you're required to engage in more rewarding activities like shopping for floor rugs or mowing the yard. I mean, who wouldn't want to do that?
I do, however, appreciate life for what it has become. Ever since I've accepted this new job I have, the hours and minutes have collided into weeks and months, causing time to move at uncomfortable speeds. It's easy to see how life gets away from us all sometimes. We never take the time to appreciate life, because there's just not enough time to do so.
It's not all doom and gloom, though. Each day brings a new door of opportunity, and it's up to each of us to decide whether or not we want to step through. Sometimes that's the hardest part; making the sacrifices to achieve something more meaningful down the line.
Until next time...
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Bummer
Hey Gang!
Once again, I'm writing to you on the eve of a Rockets vs. Lakers playoff game. So are the Rockets are off to a fast start, but I don't expect it to last. As long as the game is entertaining, then I'm happy.
This morning as I took the walk of pain to the office, past all of the students freestyle rapping in the parking lot (with bandanas tied like Tupac), my stomach twinged. Then my head became cloudy and boom...I'm running a fever and can't eat. An ordianary man would have gone home. An ordinary man would've packed it in. But I didn't. I stuck through it, and managed to make it home where my fever exploded.
As of now I can eat again, and I've drank a gallon of Sprite. Crap...Lakers up by 11 at the end of the 1st quarter. It's likely going to be a blowout. Oh well, there's always game 6 in Houston. Anything can happen in a home game.
On to the progress of writing....
God Almighty does re-writing suck. It's horrible. The re-guessing and rechecking; I'm 2/3 done with the first rewrite on the first book. The Rockets are down by 19 now. Back to writing...it's just tedious, but I'm still working everyday. I'd love to be done by early June with the first go. then the next in July. By then it should be ready to shop, then it's on to the next one.
I'm disappointed with my progress, but I don't have many regrets over how much I've worked. I could have spent more time writing, but I'm pleased with the balance. Yes, I'd like to be finished, but it's going to be a grind to the end. But I will get there, and the finished product will be awesome.
Until next time....
Once again, I'm writing to you on the eve of a Rockets vs. Lakers playoff game. So are the Rockets are off to a fast start, but I don't expect it to last. As long as the game is entertaining, then I'm happy.
This morning as I took the walk of pain to the office, past all of the students freestyle rapping in the parking lot (with bandanas tied like Tupac), my stomach twinged. Then my head became cloudy and boom...I'm running a fever and can't eat. An ordianary man would have gone home. An ordinary man would've packed it in. But I didn't. I stuck through it, and managed to make it home where my fever exploded.
As of now I can eat again, and I've drank a gallon of Sprite. Crap...Lakers up by 11 at the end of the 1st quarter. It's likely going to be a blowout. Oh well, there's always game 6 in Houston. Anything can happen in a home game.
On to the progress of writing....
God Almighty does re-writing suck. It's horrible. The re-guessing and rechecking; I'm 2/3 done with the first rewrite on the first book. The Rockets are down by 19 now. Back to writing...it's just tedious, but I'm still working everyday. I'd love to be done by early June with the first go. then the next in July. By then it should be ready to shop, then it's on to the next one.
I'm disappointed with my progress, but I don't have many regrets over how much I've worked. I could have spent more time writing, but I'm pleased with the balance. Yes, I'd like to be finished, but it's going to be a grind to the end. But I will get there, and the finished product will be awesome.
Until next time....
Monday, May 4, 2009
Pooner
Greetings, Gang!
I hope things are going well for you all as I'm here pounding away on the keyboard while I watch my hometown Rockets try to make it a series against the vaunted Lakers. I've got a hot cup of coffee and the house is super-quiet. It's heaven on Earth.
I want to apologize for that last post. I don't know what got into me last week, but my goodness did I have a hard time writing. I was in Atlanta for 'leadership training', (whatever the hell that means), and holed-up inside of a hotel. For some reason, a the plush comfort of a nice hotel is my kryptonite: I can't muster the energy to take a dump. I remember sitting there and thinking on Wednesday night as I watched my third consecutive 'Bigfoot' documentary on the History Channel that, "Wow, you can't do anything better with your life?" While I pondered that question I fell asleep, the answer a resounding, 'no.'
So now I'm back and writing away. Well...I'm re-writing, that is. I'm well over halfway finished with my first rewrite on the first book (this stuff is taking forever). I've got to say that I do like it, but there are ways I can make it better...make it stronger...I can rebuild it...wait a minute.
On a separate note....
The Wolverine movie was released last week, and of course I haven't seen it. Going to the theater is something that I'll now reserve for only the most revered of franchises (Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Veggie Tales). Although I couldn't manage to see the Wolverine movie, I did manage to pick-up the Wolverine game. It's the next best thing.
Sometimes I can't help but wonder what Jack Bauer thinks about our country's new outlook on interrogation. I can't imagine he'd be happy, but then again, it's not like he'd listen anyway.
Until next time...
I hope things are going well for you all as I'm here pounding away on the keyboard while I watch my hometown Rockets try to make it a series against the vaunted Lakers. I've got a hot cup of coffee and the house is super-quiet. It's heaven on Earth.
I want to apologize for that last post. I don't know what got into me last week, but my goodness did I have a hard time writing. I was in Atlanta for 'leadership training', (whatever the hell that means), and holed-up inside of a hotel. For some reason, a the plush comfort of a nice hotel is my kryptonite: I can't muster the energy to take a dump. I remember sitting there and thinking on Wednesday night as I watched my third consecutive 'Bigfoot' documentary on the History Channel that, "Wow, you can't do anything better with your life?" While I pondered that question I fell asleep, the answer a resounding, 'no.'
So now I'm back and writing away. Well...I'm re-writing, that is. I'm well over halfway finished with my first rewrite on the first book (this stuff is taking forever). I've got to say that I do like it, but there are ways I can make it better...make it stronger...I can rebuild it...wait a minute.
On a separate note....
The Wolverine movie was released last week, and of course I haven't seen it. Going to the theater is something that I'll now reserve for only the most revered of franchises (Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Veggie Tales). Although I couldn't manage to see the Wolverine movie, I did manage to pick-up the Wolverine game. It's the next best thing.
Sometimes I can't help but wonder what Jack Bauer thinks about our country's new outlook on interrogation. I can't imagine he'd be happy, but then again, it's not like he'd listen anyway.
Until next time...
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
The Wall
I've finally hit it. I knew I would. I pushed myself so hard, forgoing sleep in the effort to finish writing my books.
By no means am I giving up, but I am tired of spending every spare second I have working. At other times in my life, I've been able to physically push through it and continue to make meaningful progress. I could get up earlier, run harder, lift harder...you name it. Writing involves concentration and focus, and when those are missing, the writing becomes rough.
I haven't done much this week, and in retrospect know I need a lot more work. I guess I'll consider this a brief mental break. Hopefully I'll be back in the fold heading into this weekend. I need to go back to progress.
Until next time...
By no means am I giving up, but I am tired of spending every spare second I have working. At other times in my life, I've been able to physically push through it and continue to make meaningful progress. I could get up earlier, run harder, lift harder...you name it. Writing involves concentration and focus, and when those are missing, the writing becomes rough.
I haven't done much this week, and in retrospect know I need a lot more work. I guess I'll consider this a brief mental break. Hopefully I'll be back in the fold heading into this weekend. I need to go back to progress.
Until next time...
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Left 4 Dead
As I glance at the bottom right corner of my computer screen, I can see that the clock reads, "5:42." That's p.m., of course. Friday as I worked on my second of hour of sitting in rush hour, weekend traffic watching line after line of severe thunderstorms roll through, I couldn't wait for the weekend to get here. Now it's already over.
This weekend in particular was the first in a while where I really got to recharge my batteries. It was the first in almost a month that I wasn't going somewhere or attending to some sort of family obligation. My wife and I spent some quality time with each other, and I finished quite a bit of work on my re-write.
I'm nearly halfway finished with it, and I have mixed feelings about the whole project. It's a good idea in theory, but my execution (as of today) is lacking in parts. Plus I'm already sick of it this go round. That's not a good thing, either, because when I get bored I tend to get sloppy. It would be ideal to take a break from "The Plunge" and go to work on something else, even if it is just a short story or a rough few pages of one of my future endeavors. I can't though. Every time I try to break away from writing (during my limited free time), I feel like I'm wasting hours of the day. There's a sense of urgency pressing against me, forcing me to go on even when I don't have the desire to do it anymore. I'm proud of my self for pushing through this valley, but it's not easy.
One thing I know for certain is that I'm prone to excess. Anything I do, I go after it too hard then subsequently flame out and crash. Weightlifting, videogames...you name it. I go for it then I want to throw up my hands in disgust. I plan on striving for a more balanced life, filled with all the things I enjoy instead of just a select few. Maybe that will buoy my spirits during the tough times.
I hope that you all have a great week. Until next time...
This weekend in particular was the first in a while where I really got to recharge my batteries. It was the first in almost a month that I wasn't going somewhere or attending to some sort of family obligation. My wife and I spent some quality time with each other, and I finished quite a bit of work on my re-write.
I'm nearly halfway finished with it, and I have mixed feelings about the whole project. It's a good idea in theory, but my execution (as of today) is lacking in parts. Plus I'm already sick of it this go round. That's not a good thing, either, because when I get bored I tend to get sloppy. It would be ideal to take a break from "The Plunge" and go to work on something else, even if it is just a short story or a rough few pages of one of my future endeavors. I can't though. Every time I try to break away from writing (during my limited free time), I feel like I'm wasting hours of the day. There's a sense of urgency pressing against me, forcing me to go on even when I don't have the desire to do it anymore. I'm proud of my self for pushing through this valley, but it's not easy.
One thing I know for certain is that I'm prone to excess. Anything I do, I go after it too hard then subsequently flame out and crash. Weightlifting, videogames...you name it. I go for it then I want to throw up my hands in disgust. I plan on striving for a more balanced life, filled with all the things I enjoy instead of just a select few. Maybe that will buoy my spirits during the tough times.
I hope that you all have a great week. Until next time...
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
A Day Late, a Buck Short
Good Morning, All.
I understand that I promised a blog liberating the legion of adult (primarily male) gamers, and trust me, it's coming. As it's been a week since I last posted, I figured I ought to throw something up here for my five religious readers.
Two weeks proper into the rewrite my first book, I've already added 12 pages to the total. That's the reason it's taking so darned long. It's not clocking in at nearly 83,000 words, which is way longer than I want it to be. The additional content should do me good since I already know some parts upcoming that I plan to alter significantly or take out altogether. Right now I'm between a quarter and one-third through, and it's taking forever. I'm working hard, though, and all of the extra work has paid off. I've gone through and re-read some parts I've rewritten, and they are a lot better. Some parts need to be rewritten yet again. That's okay, though, because at the time I submit the manuscript for representation I want it to be a sleek and sexy piece of bad-assery as I've said earlier.
On a side note-Who in the hell cares about the presidential and vice-presidential dogs? As I started my morning workout (5:00 a.m.), CNN talked for fifteen minutes about Obama and Biden's dogs. Really, CNN? I understand you all are Obama lackeys, (much the same as Fox are Limbaugh lackeys, to be fair), but aren't there more pressing issues to talk about, such as Korea's continuous move toward nuclear proliferation? Or perhaps the markets that have tumbled substantially since Obama has taken office? CNN, go beat it with the Obama dog garbage, and shame on you, America, for actually giving a damn about it.
Until next time...
I understand that I promised a blog liberating the legion of adult (primarily male) gamers, and trust me, it's coming. As it's been a week since I last posted, I figured I ought to throw something up here for my five religious readers.
Two weeks proper into the rewrite my first book, I've already added 12 pages to the total. That's the reason it's taking so darned long. It's not clocking in at nearly 83,000 words, which is way longer than I want it to be. The additional content should do me good since I already know some parts upcoming that I plan to alter significantly or take out altogether. Right now I'm between a quarter and one-third through, and it's taking forever. I'm working hard, though, and all of the extra work has paid off. I've gone through and re-read some parts I've rewritten, and they are a lot better. Some parts need to be rewritten yet again. That's okay, though, because at the time I submit the manuscript for representation I want it to be a sleek and sexy piece of bad-assery as I've said earlier.
On a side note-Who in the hell cares about the presidential and vice-presidential dogs? As I started my morning workout (5:00 a.m.), CNN talked for fifteen minutes about Obama and Biden's dogs. Really, CNN? I understand you all are Obama lackeys, (much the same as Fox are Limbaugh lackeys, to be fair), but aren't there more pressing issues to talk about, such as Korea's continuous move toward nuclear proliferation? Or perhaps the markets that have tumbled substantially since Obama has taken office? CNN, go beat it with the Obama dog garbage, and shame on you, America, for actually giving a damn about it.
Until next time...
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
To Be The Man
Some day soon I'm going to create a nice, new layout for my blog and find a picture that wasn't taken for use in a videogame. Every other head shot I have for myself was posted on Myspace some three years ago when I was trolling for women after a desperate night of 20 McNuggets and a six pack.
I've been working for the last week on the first rewrite of, "The Plunge," and I've already added 3,000 words to the manuscript. That's right, it's actually getting longer! (that's what she said) Due to time constraints and the fact that I can't stop trying to make things better, I've had to push back my initial goals of getting both books done by the end of May. If I get one of them done by the end of May, it will be a miracle.
It's a heck of a lot more fun to write than it is to rewrite. Rewriting is laborious and not much fun, kind of like a hangover after a raucous night of boozing it up. I'm still progressing, albeit slowly, through the copy and making it much, much better.
Look soon for a post on videogames. For all of you out there that catch hell for videogames being 'childish' or 'immature', then this post will be for you...basically hitting your detractors with a blast of cold truth! I got two words for you: American Idol.
Until next time...
I've been working for the last week on the first rewrite of, "The Plunge," and I've already added 3,000 words to the manuscript. That's right, it's actually getting longer! (that's what she said) Due to time constraints and the fact that I can't stop trying to make things better, I've had to push back my initial goals of getting both books done by the end of May. If I get one of them done by the end of May, it will be a miracle.
It's a heck of a lot more fun to write than it is to rewrite. Rewriting is laborious and not much fun, kind of like a hangover after a raucous night of boozing it up. I'm still progressing, albeit slowly, through the copy and making it much, much better.
Look soon for a post on videogames. For all of you out there that catch hell for videogames being 'childish' or 'immature', then this post will be for you...basically hitting your detractors with a blast of cold truth! I got two words for you: American Idol.
Until next time...
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