Is it too late to learn?

Never!

If there’s life in the body, there is no “too late” to learn. I asked myself this once when I got out of college. I’m sure many shared the same thing, “Got a degree but can’t find the job to use it.” The career bust is a stagnant breath minx staunching the moisture of success on pricks of its tongue. We must deal with it. Despite the clouds, we pray for the bright silver lining. We hope for the trickle of rain against the soil of our aspirations.

To give up is the acceptance of wasteland. Like the Earth, the mind requires us to till and plant the seeds of knowledge.

Whenever I complete story or chapter, I take a small break from writing and turn my attention to building skills. Sites like Youtube host many tutorial videos on how to use the different computing software, cooking tips, etc.

Nothing captured my attention. I was used to storytelling. I knew there was another way to do it. So, I thought about my video game hobby. And one of the ways I could tell a story was through video editing and video effects. I recorded video game footage then edited them into a montage.

I started watching tutorials on Adobe After Effects and Adobe Premiere. The information was overwhelming. The pits of my stomach turned. Regret reminded of all the times I could’ve engaged in something practical.

I worked through it using my video game hobby to keep my mind submerged into learning until I was familiar with the basics of After Effects and Premiere. Once I understood the Adobe Suite, I began using more advanced maneuvers.

I encourage anyone who seeks to learn a new skill, instrument, etc. to venture into the world of information to learn whatever supplements your career or life purpose.

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Oscars: The Giraffe in the Room

I wanted to ignore this, but the news of the Oscars lack of diversity is everywhere! I initially wanted to keep things like this away from my blog. I guess news and news, right?

As many of you know, or may not know, the Oscars is an annual event where the entertainment industry shows their appreciation for the actors, filmmakers, writers, etc. For the second consecutive year, the Oscars has yet to nominate a non-Caucasian person. Despite one of the owners of the Oscars being a black woman, social media has taken a critical eye to the tradition.

It’s caused quite a stir. Celebrities like Jada Pinkett Smith and Spike Lee are calling for African Americans to boycott the show.

What can you do? Pick a side…? Maybe?

I think the problem isn’t America or the filmmakers or anyone else in entertainment. The problem is tradition.

See we’ve leaned on tradition so long that it feels right. Now that we’re aware and sensitive to just about anything, and the things in our traditions are starting to raise questions. Why?

Why are all the nominees white? Why do people care so much?

To me, the Oscars is a prestigious tradition selecting the most authentic and most talented in film. But the ones with the real power here are the viewers. Without the viewers, these films and TV shows would crumble.

Do I think African Americans should boycott? Be like Bobby Brown, it’s your prerogative. If it offends you that the Oscars didn’t nominate any ethnic individuals then don’t watch. Take it a step further, don’t even talk about the Oscars. Turn off your TV.

Will I watch the Oscars? No. That’s because I find my Playstation 4 more entertaining than controversy, dresses, and corny jokes.

You want to change the Oscars. Don’t watch, don’t tweet, and don’t post. When the ratings take a hit then you’ll see change.

Working People have Boring Lives

“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.

Using FictionPress for Exposure

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.

Jammin’ while You Write

While jogging has nothing to do with my blog, it compares to my writing.

How?

When I jog, I brainstorm. I let the images of my imagination burst into the adrenaline giving me the energy to survive the five miles in one hour. I have to admit that the best ideas show themselves when I’m on my feet.

The secret ingredient behind the infinite ideas is music–an entity that allows me create epic movie trailers every four minutes. Each slam of the drum, every strum of the guitar takes a character through a miniature journey which seems to last a lifetime during the small fraction of time given by each song.

I don’t know about the rest of the writers and readers out there, but Video Game and Rock music happens to be the go to sound to bring forth the fantasy world while Hip-Hop pushes the envelop of urban grit. At the end of it all, my mind’s eye stares down this mass universe that I can’t seem to comprehend how I will put it on paper during one lifetime.

To be specific, my playlist consists of music from Koei Tecmo’s Dynasty Warriors, Alter Bridge, T.I., and an assorted list of OCRemix. Each song serves a particular pace. As y’all might have guessed, T.I. and Alter Bridge is responsible for the adrenaline pumping sound that makes my teeth grind and my breath puff like a cartoonish bull.

Dynasty Warriors’ music is for the long haul. I really put my mind through a simulated battle. Sparks become a collection of synapse creating an thick yet smooth air from my lungs to the sweat rolling on my salty skin.

Remixed game music takes me through a fluctuating adventure of breathing. I have to make a decision…Do I explode during something harmonious? I’ll regret it later if I do.

Point is that writing takes me through the same exercise as jogging. As music feeds my ears with organized noise and verses, my fingers fill the page with a sketch, which I eventually fill with inspiration, precision, and consideration. Of course, it’s not healthy to blast the music against the sensitive eardrum, so I take it easy–stop a few cycles–and explode in a barrage of words that can potentially draw the reader into the universe I imagined when I placed the balls of toes on the ground.