COWBOYSS FROM HELLLUHHH…
I’m in a very weird mood. Feeling the itch to be a flight risk at the same time content in losing myself in deep thought. Of course I’m also listening to Pantera and planning (er..plotting?) the next 2 weeks of the glorious freedom I’m itching to rid myself of.
It’s hot as piss out right now. I’m managed to piss off most everyone (LOL) by becoming increasingly ‘unavailable’ to do my thing and get my shit in order. Folks it’s been 11 almost 12 weeks of drama and being pulled in a million directions by people. I need these next two to myself to decompress, relax, and prep for a grueling semester ahead. I was talking with the momma folk about the fact that after this semester it’s business. Heh. Cue a bit of panic and excitement all at once. It’s the last of the retarded generals. I already have a degree, now it’s just chipping away at those pesky medical credentials to get myself into the world of cut-throat med. school.
I’m finding the increasing insomnia is due in part to the anticipation of the semester that awaits. I had intentions of doing all this reading this summer but instead I spent it like any other douchebag and blew time with retarded friends, late nights, drinks and paarrtaayyys. Alright, so half that’s true. But I didn’t do a lot of what I wanted. So now I’m rushing to do all I set out to, in these last few days.
I had the writing bug bite me once again. That’s been a dormant talent for several years. I want to say 2003 is the last time I completed any kind of work and that was a novella. I’m working on something now inspired by my latest interest. It was piqued several years ago but never really seemed to fit into the style of writing I did. Was kind of hard to see how I would incorporate it. But now I found my muse. And I’m excited. Any writer will find that their work either starts out like a freight train with no stopping, or a slow cooker that builds up steam. I think this particular piece is like the latter than the former.
I found that I need consistency. A lot of my works have changed persons. I’m taking a bit of a narrator twist to this, rather than first and second persons. It’s easier to allow for a segue into parts of the story, allowing for time jumps easier than trying to avoid losing your audience while timewarping in first and second persons. I’ve also found the older I get and my materials seems to be more factual. I like spot on accuracy. Where you could take a part of my story, google it and find exactly the place I was talking about. I love that. I’ve read stories before, one particular one right now that is doing the same thing and it helps to set the scene and it’s far easier to lose yourself in the story, faining a reality a lot easier, than not. So yeah. That’s where my heads at. And trust. A lot of the stories I write are not as wordy, promise. ha.
It’s 9p now. I’ve got a job interview tomorrow for something I _really_ _really_ _really_ want. It’s ON campus so that would make life so much easier. So lets hope folks. Alright, time to go fact check and assign someone a bitchin’ house.
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