I’m BACK, and I’m totally going to update what’s been going on with me. Seeing that I’ll be typing this blog after midnight, I’ll be talking about the first two days along with the night before, Halloween.
It’s National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), and lots of people from across the country are going to be writing at least 50,000 towards their novel.
I’m going to be one of those people doing so whenever I have time at least two or three hours free each day. I’ll also going to blog as well to make sure I keep writing.
It’s a romance novel, and I’ve started on it a year or so ago while listening to some Everclear (Listen to one of their albums via Spotify–Invisible Stars). It got me thinking about a friend of mine that wrote a play, and used a song as inspiration (Thanks, Joey Mayberry–check out his Twitter ) and as a base for it.
Right now, I won’t give much away since it’s still in the process of being a manuscript, but maybe when I get really into it. I do really hope I go through with this since a plethora of events are happening this month to keep blogging almost every single day. Sometimes, time flies even with an extra hour under your belt!
Speaking of belts, I got to put on a seat belt on the driver’s side of a car for the first time in years! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, under a driving training school here in the Upstate, I am learning how to drive. I have been learning on and off for years, especially around when I was in college. I’ve never tried for my license, but when you start kicking yourself for missing events, people, and job opportunities around you, that’s the time to say, “Something’s got to change on how I venture out into the world!” As, of now, I’m trying to take as many lessons as possible between now, and January 2014 so I can try for my license, and hopefully then, I can get a car so I can start traveling!
But I better quit for now, and start writing on my novel! I got to get at least 3,400 words down on Microsoft Word.
God Bless, and Have a “Sweet November”!
P.S: Also check out Joey Mayberry’s website and donate to his “Berry Shire” project!
I thought this was an incredible post!
I use to put this song on repeat and listen to it for hours, while smiling like a crazy person. No I wasn’t devising a plan to take over the world, I was laughing at all the people who told me or even had/have the thought that I can’t and will never… Stand outside of society’s’ box, go for it and make life worthwhile.
I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor
the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men
of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth
to them all. ~Ecclesiastes 9:11~
No Such Thing
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I had the weirdest dream, so I decided to write it down. It’s 500 words of pure fiction from my head. I’d love some feedback in the comments below or at email@example.com since it’s been awhile since I wrote anything. I’ll try to post something else toward my birthday. Until then, enjoy some random fiction at my expense. ~The Scatter-brained Procrastinating Writer
Once a tiger transformed into a human. He went to live among the humans in the city. He wanted to reveal to them that he was once a tiger. So, as he saw the street performers gather a crowd, he tried the same by jumping and doing acrobatics to grab people’s attention. Soon enough, a large group surrounded him.
“I was once a tiger, believe it or not,” the tiger said, “I used to live in the jungle nearby the city and wished to become a human being like you all. Now, I am one! I see you all try to build toward the sky and spread yourselves towards the jungle to live among us jungle animals. Do you wish to learn from us animals? I see that from these humans that sing like birds and dance like monkeys, you wish to do so.”
After he spoke, there was a silence among the crowd. Then someone began to laugh heartily.
“You, a TIGER?!” he exclaimed, “A human, like us? Did you take your medication today?”
“Don’t you doubt me, human! I really was a tiger! Stripes and all!”
“Yeah, and I’m an elephant that stomps around the jungle until I turned human!”
Soon, the whole crowd began laughing at the tiger. He thought they would be in awe of his story. He thought he would be treasured in some way. Alas, he was losing his temper, getting angrier by the minute.
“Why will none of you believe me?” the tiger asked the crowd, “Isn’t there humans that were animals once among you?”
They laughed even harder at him. People started to tell others about him, pointed toward their direction. Meanwhile, the tiger that was transformed into a human wanted to be a tiger again, just to prove a point, and to get them to stop making fun and laughing at him. Soon, the humans’ trash was being thrown at him, hitting him and provoking him.
That’s when he suddenly snapped. The human was soon clawing and trying to roar at them to stop, until the humans were becoming intimidated and crying for their lives, running and screaming. The people couldn’t believe their eyes: the man that they were making fun of moments ago turned into a tiger on a path of destruction, mauling people with his claws and teeth, then running toward the jungle, never to be caught or heard of again.
The tiger, however, was happy back at his home, and soon telling the other animals his tale of how he walked among the humans and tried to see why they didn’t believe him.
The animals laughed at him as well, just like the humans did. So, he ran away to be alone in the deep, dark parts of the jungle.
‘Why did I even want to be human? Why won’t anyone believe me?’ the tiger thought.
“Told you those humans aren’t great to be around,” the fairy said, landing on his shoulder, “They don’t have any imagination now.”
Hey all, it’s 4am on a cusp of Friday and Saturday (technically it’s Saturday, but late Friday night to others), and I’m still awake. I guess my mind hates to sleep late nights lately. Maybe it’s because I’ve been getting a case of weird dreams as of late. Perhaps my nocturnal side won’t let my daylight side win especially since I work part time mainly on weekends. Is it possible my conscience won’t let me rest fully at night until I get my life (and apartment) back into shape? I guess I have a case of virtual insanity (yes, like the song by Jamiroquai but somewhat real to me since I’m on my computer most of the time)
If anything else, I wanted to also post about my other blog on Blogger.com I just started the other day. A friend of mine actually sparked my interest to post blogs there, so I’ll be reading and posting his link to his blog here as well. I may post the same thing as I do there and vice versa or may keep it separated since I’m random and totally scatter-brained all the time.
I’ve also pondered about either getting another part-time job or working on my writing with some of my days off I’ve been getting lately. There’s so many ideas I have for plays, short stories, and for screenwriting (when I find a way to get a book about it, I’m totally going to write one), then so many things to blog about and such yet I can’t really pick one, and keep running with it. I guess when my creative writing muse gets going, I’ll get started on something while looking for something else to pay the bills off with.
I’ve actually thought of watching anime (Japanese cartoons) and critiquing some of them, but once you start on a handful, you have to watch and critique them all. I may just critique random shows, anime and non, whenever I feel like it. I don’t know. What I do know is, since it’s close to 5am, I better just start my really busy Saturday filled with work and possibly theatre, along with work tomorrow all day. Let’s just see where my day takes me. I think I’ll just end this blog with some lyrics from Incubus’s song from their last album (“If Not Now, When?”) they released last year called “Promises, Promises”: “I’m on the road of least resistance,I’d rather give up than give into this…I’m enjoying the illusion and the things my body says/Where are you running from and may I interfere?/I’d swing if you hand me, hand me the bat…”
From the sleepless that don’t want to make any promises right now,
The Procrastinating Scatter-Brained Writer
Side Note: Here are the links to 2 Spotify playlists I’m listening to right now that include “Promises,Promises” by Incubus and “Virtual Insanity” by Jamiroquai. I’ll mix them both eventually, but for now, I rather keep them separate.
Incubus w/o the concerts : all Incubus’ hits from their main CDs (mainly because I hate listening to live concert versions since I rather be there myself)
Jamiroquai and other deep down beats: my favorite songs from Jamiroquai (that’s what on there so far. I plan to adding lots more songs that I think have really deep messages and beats I love listening to that are just awesome!)
Here’s my blog on Blogger: http://scatter-brainedprocrastinatingwriter.blogspot.com/
Having to work weekends can have its toll on you, especially if you’re like me: working in the retail industry. I’m working at the local Reebok Outlet here in town at the local outlet mall; having part time is great and all, but it does have its stress points. Like for example, this weekend was or friends and family event. I gave out coupons (coup-ins like Ron White says) to people that would want one, as well as all of my other co-workers. Now, and since Thursday, people have flocked in to use it.
I’m standing here trying to do math (40% off any price is difficult when math ain’t your strong suit) while answering some of the annoying and idiotic questions from 20 other people and keeping the store clean.
I’m telling ya, Al Bundy (Ed O’Neill’s character from Married with Children) had it easy when small shoe stores like his ruled the 90s Chicago. He didn’t have to deal with weekends filled with children whose parents are more than willing to give them anything these days, foreigners that you think are calling you vulgar names, and guys not finding anything or where they are in the store.
And all the while, everyone can customize their shoes online…
Nonetheless, there’s not enough size 11 or 12s for women to wear along w/ red and black sneakers or any man shoe extra wide or above 16s.
One day, I’ll have to turn this, along with the same drama I and my co-workers face, into a theatrical production. Until then, it’s time to wake up and get through the last day of friends and family at Reebok Outlet.
Wish me luck, pray for me, and hope for a miracle that I’ll be able to come back to my apartment!
~The Working Scatter-Brained Writer