One on one

I should be writing other things right now but I feel the absolute need to do some philosophical reflection right now. So here it goes...

One on one.

One of the most profound, powerful things I have found in this life is having a one on one conversation with someone. A deep, emotional exchange between you and some other soul, someone you either truly care about and/or are truly interested in (in any way). To sit with another person and to talk, in depth, about any subject is so incredibly powerful.

It is as if we are strongest, most honest, and most intelligent when it is just us and another person we trust and yet at the same time we are vulnerable, emotional (to any degree), and weak. It is at this time that we are honest with our companion--and ourselves. So many truths become self-evident during these conversations.

It is a harmony of souls. One person to another.

I don't know if this is obvious or a given to anyone else...but through my experience, these are....

Well, to be honest. I've not only lost my train of thought but also my desire to continue this. I don't wish to delete it so I'll leave my ramblings here. I hate for this blog to become like my livejournal and other things, which I used mostly as an outlet for frustration. Maybe that's the best way to do it, I don't know.

Personally, though, I don't care to read other's anger, nor reflect on my own. But writing it seems to let it out. And not just anger, either but a whole array of emotions, most of them in fact.

So there it is.

In writing news, I'm back onto House on Hickory Hill. Skin and Bone is on pause for now.

Enjoy life, everyone.

The same black line that was drawn on you was drawn on me

And now it's drawin' me in. 6th Avenue heartache.

So yeah, I love the Wallflowers now. Don't care much for Bob Dylan but his son and his son's band are awesome. The Difference, 6th Avenue heartache, and of course One Headlight. Totally adore them now. Rather, I can't express in words how much this band means to me. It is one of "those" bands to me now, if that makes sense to all you audiophiles and music gurus out there.

So let's talk about life. No job, and I don't care to talk about it. I'm currently in the process of being setup with a kid as a mentor, via Big Brothers Big Sisters of America. And I'm also doing an after-school tutoring program where I might get the chance to drive a university vehicle (awesome!)

At first I was completely nervous about BB/BS but after my interview and going through orientation, I'm now just ready for the phone call that says "hey we got a match." The kid is going to want to do this and he's gonna love me, I'm just waiting for now.

Not sure what to think about the tutoring thing but it starts tomorrow so whatever.

I think I've unlocked what I need to unlock in Skin and Bone, my novel. I just got to keep kicking. We can build it, yes we can.

Our Endless Numbered Days

That is the title of a CD by Iron & Wine. I used it for the fact that it is poetic and awesome. Great "band" by the way (quotes because it's pretty much just one guy).

Yes, I'm back at school. And yes I survived that first week of classes. I did drop one, because it was impossibly hard, but I picked up another which is incredibly easy. Not that I'm slacking, only trying to make things easier for myself. Teaching--nay--learning to become a teacher in and of itself is going to be challenging.

I haven't written in awhile, nor have I read but frankly I don't give a shit. I'll get around to it, always do. I'm just trying to get into the swing of things once again.

I'm hopefully going to start big brothers big sisters soon which is both exciting and nerve-racking.

The weather sucks. Its unbearably hot and I have no air conditioning. I wish it were fall.

Not sure why I'm up so late. in fact I think I'm gonna go to bed.

Night, world

Interesting Already

So I had a very interesting morning this morning, or dream rather.  Basically I was with a group of people and we were sneaking around some house (was the father’s house of one of the people in my group) and for whatever reason we were trying to sneak a couple chickens into his house, ones I guess we rescued, because he had a nice little chicken coop and some chickens already.  Well we go in there and for whatever reason, I knew that I could stop time, right, so I did.  What I’d do was really focus and then clap my hands.  Everything would become still.  The only things that could move were me and anyone else because, I learned, even though I could stop time, I couldn’t interfere with free will, choice.  So humanity could still move about but everything else just froze (including the chickens).  It was kind of Harry Potter-esque how we were sneaking around at night.

 

In the other part of the dream, I was with another group of people, a group of peers, all guys.  I was some sort of leader in this gang or whatever it was but some guy was smart-talkin’ and tryin’ to usurp my authority.  Well I got into a big brawl where I was fighting like three guys at one time.  I managed to incapacitate two of ‘em and pull a knife on the other.  Then there was a skip in the dream or something happened and that guy I pulled the knife on had become the new leader and I was just a loner.  I remember now, they threw a bunch of knives or shot arrows or something at me and whoever was still allied with me.  They all died but I got pumped full of knives, I think they were knives, and pretended to be dead.  Then I was like able to travel through the Twilight (which would make sense if you read the Watch series I’ve mentioned in other posts) which basically meant I could travel in this sub-reality, in darkness, where they couldn’t see me.  I attacked a couple who were trying to use flashlights to spot me and failed.  Then in the end I came into the light, confronted my nemesis, and got the majority of the guys to return to my side.  That was all.

 

I’ve been using deductive reasoning to figure out this zombie-thing, like how to make it realistic.  I don’t want to go the end of the world/demon route, nor do I want to use the toxic waste excuse.  It will involve a virus (not the T-virus from Resident Evil) and the virus will be extremely mutative (which could later lead to, god-forbid, fast zombies) and it will involve hemophilia (which will help explain how one bite can kill)  See everyone has the virus already, it was in the water (“Was there something in the water?” people always ask that in this type of scenarios) but I’m thinking it lies dormant until you die, when you die it mutates and takes over.  When you’re bit, the saliva from the zombie transfers the mutative strain of virus into your blood and unlocks the dormant cells in there, which kills you in about 24 hours and then takes you over.

 

That’s a start anyways.  I feel kind of like House or something, trying to figure this out.  If only I had a vast knowledge of medicine, then I could probably come up with a good explanation easy.  Alas, it will just take time.

 

Tuesday

Fuck this Tuesday and every Tuesday ever!

No particular reason other than Tuesdays are the very worst day of the week.

Anyways, I updated the word counts for my two novels.

That's all. I felt the need to update but didn't have much to say so sorry for the short post.

Take care.

A New Post

Well...immediately counting down the few days until Harry Potter. Yeah I'm a fanboy but can you blame my excitement? When you anticipate something for so long and it's so close you can feel the weight of the book in your hands, you get excited. Anyways after that countdown I'm waiting until the first weekend in August when I get to go visit some family (practically my second family) and then the couple of weeks until school.

I'm also kinda stressed because I need to secure a vehicle before I go back to school and time and funds are short. I'm trying for a Jeep but we'll see.

As for novel length, I haven't updated my count but I got almost 16,000 words going. I've also got a nice book of guitar tabs/chords going and I'm also kinda working on writing my own songs (taking inspiration heavily from Colin Meloy and The Decemberists).

That's my life for now.

"I can't wait to quit this job."

"Hands on a miracle...

I've got my...hands on a miracle." -Foo Fighters

So it's about 2 AM, little less than 3 hours until I leave for vacation. I'm caught up on all my Punisher MAX comics and I'm about to start my novella about a guy who can conjure and manipulate lightning/electricity. That's the update on my life. Feelin' a little weird because of this energy drink...like I gotta burp or something.

Email me...I'll have internet access. I may or may not check up on here though so email is your best bet.

Good night, good luck, good day, and good God.

Cheers,
Will