I Did It!!!

I did it! I cracked the code! I know what it takes to be a prolific writer! All you need is a little imagination, and no money at all! When you're broke and want to do things, but can't afford to, you write, like, all the time!!! So now that I have achieved this status, I'm ready to write, mostly because there is nothing else to do!
Not to discredit you, dear reader, I don't want you to feel like a last resort, I love to come here and attempt to entertain you, but you have to understand that its hard to make time to muse and aspire in text form when theres stuff to do! I confess I'd rather be out in the park with friends making music in the sun, but sometimes one or more of the variables are missing, and the equation is suddenly lacking...

Anyway, I have an idea for a story that hopefully I can develop into a full on ... dare I say.... novel? That would be cool but I don't know if I'm ready. I want to write a story from the perspective of God, and voice his frustration in needing to have a plan, and how its like the scrpit to the biggest, longest movie ever. He would be faced with players who'd seen their last curtain complaining about the writing, or their lack of lines in the main dialogue.... The more I think about this story the more I think I can make it happen, at least as a compelling short story. If anyone out there is reading let me know what you think....

Slipstream

Just saw the flick Slipstream for what will definitely be the first of several times. A very ... Strange movie, but enigmatically enjoyable. Anthony Hopkins wrote directed and starred in it, and thus it is entirely his cinematic plaything.. I didn't catch the first part of the movie, but it seemed to be an expression of a prolific writer on his deathbed weaving one last story out of his previous works and experiences, using the people around him as characters that overlap with different charachters he created around them.
I'd recommend it if you were looking for a way to detatch yourself from reality for a while, and contemplate your own existance... I'll be back again soon, but now its time for dinner.

A story for Ari

OK now, its time to put on your beret, get out your bongos, and just groooooove with me for a minute, its about to get crunchy in here.

Amazingly, abstinece allows absolutly amazing ambience. Blackly brooding, brotther broke barriers bluntly by bringing big banter. Carefully clutching a crimson crayon, creation crawls coyly centre-stage. Drafts dart dangerously, dragging disorderly demons into darkness. Everywhere, every event enters evidence. For freakish frivolity, and for fans, feverishly fliting from front to far. God grimaces. I hadn't heard him heartily hating... Ideas? Images? Its insidious, isn't it?
Just joking.

Damn thats kinda tricky and more than a little incoherent, but all the spirit of flexing the creative muscle. So heres the deal, I'm gonna get a little crazy up in here, I need to shake loose the shackles of archetypes and just say stuff, not worrying about if its been said before, but just saying it in my words and to hell with the critics!

And before I go, heres an old favorite, I posted this on a couple of other sources, but its one of my favorite things I've ever written, a psychadellically inspired tale of tumultuous love between myself and a lady I've never stopped loving, and maybe never will.... For your reading pleasure, I present to you, the tale of Mary Jane and I.

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I first met Mary Jane in grade 8. All my friernds were buzzing about her, she hung out with all the cool kids. When we first met she didn't really do anything for me, I just didn't see why everyone liked her so much. For a couple of years I didn't think about her, save the occasional time she came up in conversation. Then, one beautiful spring day, I met her again in the park. She was with some friends of mine, and they all welcomed me to join them. I did, and it was excellent, Mary Jane and I connected in this new way that I never imagined before. I started seeing her during lunch, I knew I shouldn't because she always left my head spinning, but she was just so much fun to be around. After a while, I made a decision and swore her off, saying that I'd just visit with her on the weekends. It was getting to the point that she was alienating me from the rest of my friends, so I took it easy again. By the time I got to university, she and I were old friends. Second year, I married her, she was always with me. And it was passionate, sometimes we were together ten times a day. But it was a life I couldn't hope to maintain. When I broke off the marriage, I ended a lot of things in my life. I dropped out of university, found myself in a lot of debt, and had to start making a life for myself. I still see her, maybe its weakness, but our affair will likely never end. I love Mary Jane, and the way she makes me feel. We still have mutual friends and we get together with them from time to time. She really is less of an influence in my life these days, but I'll always remember her, even if one day I swear her off completely.

Reposted: 4/20/2009

The Creativity Cha cha cha

Yesterday I had a good day. I spent the day hanging out and playing music in the sun with some of my best friends. Talk about fuel for the soul, I feel great today, even looking out at the rain and grey that is today now. I've started and bailed a couple of times at some creative writing behind the scenes here. I forgot how frustrating it is to write creatively when I'm not in a constantly changing scene. It was easy when I was on the road , there was enough going on that even if you couldn't recall the details, there were enough general ideas floating around to put together something worth rreading. That said I like to think that my writing style has evolved somewhat from my high school blogging endevours...
ARG! Every time I start writing something I wonder if its too personal for public forum, or if its just completely irrelevant to anyone but myself. I suppose I could leave it here for now, and I'll work on actually having a story worth telling for next time :P

Summa time

So here we go again, I'm pleased to say that I have regained more of my endurance back. While I'm still no good for running or jumping, I have been able to make increasingly long walks with minimal pain. I'm still sad that I can't do my ninja stuff anymore, but I am dealing with it... Its a little easier knowing that I don't have a choice. Thats one strength that I have been leaning on a lot lately, my ability to accept things that I can't change. On the flip side of that of course I do plan to regain as much of what I lost as possible, but I know that its not all coming back.
I'm excited too because I'm quickly approaching the deadline for this stupid back brace, and once I'm out of that, I'm into physio, and one step closer to having my life back. I know that there will be more pain involved, but its in the interest of getting full mobility back. I'd go to hell and back to be able to do something as simple as climb a tree again, and I suspect that if I do, it'll be just that.
I keep wanting to say more, but for now I don't know what to say, so I'll leave it at that for now. And I'll try to come back soon!

PS way to go Julia being my first and only official reader :P