Every now and then I’d get these little sparks that ignite furious wildfires in my mind reminding me of my initial passions of my current life choices.
All I got is smoke. I got a feeling that what I strive for is behind the smoke. I’m trying to get to it before it turns to ash or rendered invaluable by unrelenting sut.
There’s no water in sight. No dust to calm the inferno just an inability to control it. So, I let it burn. I could see it better if it weren’t for the smoke. It has no where to go. A dome contains it choking the air it needs to breathe.
It wants to be free, and I want to release it. Its exposed in increments like a chef teasing his culinary potential. Its witnesses only see smoke.
Despite it’s stagnant life, I feel pressure building against the will of the dome. The walls are solid, sustainable yet unwanted. It seeks to reshape the flame and control how it burns.
The pressure builds. I’m waiting on the chance to fuel its ambition and when it does, I’ll be there to watch its light spread.
Writer’s face a great deal of challenges. You’ve read how jobs and bills can get in the way. Sometimes, the worst enemy of an author, is well, the author. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had ideas about a chapter or short story binging around my brain. As soon as I get in front of a computer, I just go blank.
I was psyched about finishing a particular chapter today. All of sudden, I just flat-lined. I was totally lost between one scene and the next. I leaned toward writing a outline, but I didn’t want to ruin the spontaneity. Now there’s the wall, the Writer’s Block. No expenses paid, blocked by the subconscious.
Where should I go from here? I have a few other ideas to explore. I wonder…
Which way should I go?
I’m not sure if I posted anything about this, so I’ll just talk about it to cover my tracks.
On December 1, 2015, my stuff was stolen due to my carelessness. I forgot to lock my car door, and my laptop, flash drives, writing guides, camera, and tooth brush was stolen. What hurt the most was the stolen writing that I worked two years on.
It was devastating.
But I recovered.
Currently, I have a new laptop and two more flash drives (one containing some of the rough draft stories I wrote over the two year period).
For the past couple of days, I’ve been reading, editing, and proofreading these stories. Somehow, I’m working faster and more efficient than before, so I guess the setback wasn’t really a setback. In a strange way, by having my stuff stolen, it made me appreciate my work more than ever.
And I’ve noticed my work, my writing is getting better. I wish I had this mind when I left college. But hey, we live and learn, right?
Hello Undergrad Student(s),
Don’t take this the wrong way, but your career is going to suck if you don’t arm yourself with as many skills as possible.
The purpose of this letter is a warning. Be careful. Don’t take your college career for granted or you’ll be going a through loop trying to figure out what you should’ve done while you were in college.
I know this because I believed that one degree would opened all the doors for me. It’s not like that any more. Bachelor’s degrees are a dime a dozen. These days, a person must be a jack of all trades.
Use your resources. Professors are not just there to piss you off, they get you ready for the rugged edges of rejection and bluntness from employers. Unpaid internships does put a damper on finances, but they can help build experience, which is just as valuable as education. Hoard professional experience. The more you have the better your job search will be.
Let go of your entitlement issues. Take the stick out of your ass, you got student loans to pay. If rejection bothers you then bitterness will be your best friend. And its a crappy friend that throws blame at everyone. Misfortune and scarcity is life’s way of preparing you for the hurtful moments to come.
Appreciate these great times in college. Use them wisely. Use those expensive books that miraculously become cheap at the end of the semester. Actually, keep those books, they’re great references for the trials ahead.
Have you ever read FAQs regarding resumes? No matter how many times I read it, I’m still trying to unravel the secret behind a good resume. How can I illustrate a technical document as exciting. It’s like soup, it can’t be too cold, too hot, or overly seasoned. It has to be just right. And every employer has their own preference.
So I have to cook up an appetizer that suits everyone’s palette.
But where do I start? I have the ingredients, but it’s a struggle together. What do you write when you can do just about anything. I’ve tried concentrating it into a specific Writer/Editor resume, but that first attempt was too specific.
I guess I’ll return to the FAQs and trendy skills that relate to my field of study.
“Working people have boring lives.” That’s pretty bold statement to say the least!
But you have to admit, work keeps us busy most of the time. Work is the necessity to keep those utilities running and food on our plates. In addition, its the very thing that makes us tire and complain.
This is why entertainment is important to us. Honestly, it’s why we love controversy so much, so let’s take a moment and give celebrities and reality t.v. a round of applause.
Work. Home. Food and entertainment. Sleep, maybe. Pretty simple, right?
Of course, there’s some in between but not much. Not to say that simple, straight-forward days are bad, they’re just not that exciting. First responders are the exception. Adrenaline has to be set to holy hell with those people.
For those at the desk, in security, or something like this, life can be uneventful unless you’re a drug dealer (Was it a good joke? No…Sorry). Perhaps, it’s up to the individual to insert excitement into their lives.
Me personally, I like random searches on YouTube. I can be in the middle of something and stop just to watch a two minute segment of Dragon Ball Z. Lame to some, awesome to many.
Again “boring” is not bad at all. It’s routine. It’s Fate on vacation as you live out your life.
As the cliche goes, no news is good news.
Writing fiction is my passion. It’s the one thing, I wish I could do full-time, but work and bills are two babies that won’t let me get any rest.
Every day, I have this grand idea, which I never write down. When I finally get time to write it, I get distracted with gaming or TV. Procrastination is such an ass.
In between writing projects and two jobs, I get inspired to write stories on FictionPress. If you’re not familiar with FictionPress, check it out here.
FictionPress is a neat website where writers can post their literary work. Its totally free to read each story. Criticism is welcomed by some. And prepare yourself, some of the writing is bad. Trial and error, I suppose.
I have not written any stories over 1000 words, I think. I want to reserve those extensive stories for publication.
If you’re interested in reading or posting stories visit FictionPress.
To read some of my original flash stories visit my FictionPress profile page.
Also, for those that enjoy soliloquies, a YouTube video reading of my horror flash story, “Seaside Hunger”, is located here.