Whoops, we borked...

Y'all, I'm having some computer issues: overheating, clicking noises from hard drive (?), and battery problems. My updates will be intermittent until I get the problems taken care of (see: getting computer sent off and fixed).

BTW, if it is true my hard drive is clicking, I'm gonna thank God I saved everything when I did. 'Cause it meant it was dying.

Yikes.

Apologies all around, we'll be back soon to our scheduled programming...

Choose-Your-Own-Advent... Title

I was gonna write a review of Rebecca Stead's awesome Newbery-winning book When You Reach Me, but I doubt y'all want a week of reviews. But here is my truncated opinion: if you loved A Wrinkle in Time, you'll adore the hell out of When You Reach Me. It does the time-traveling business a bit differently, but it is endearing and very well-written. Certainly deserving of its award and any of its success. And yes, another book to recommend to kids. Awesome!

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I have no idea why I stopped writing. Or preparing my resume and cover letter for a possible internship. I really need to get back on that. Also, start using the treadmill again.

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I got into a movie mood. In the last twenty-four hours, I watched 1941, the original The Haunting, Alchemy: Dire Straits Live, and True Stories.

Truncated opinions ahoy!:
-I'm fully convinced 1941 was made by people high on narcotics.

-The Haunting was really good, enough to invalidate the existence of the horrid 1999 remake. And make me want to read the book again.

-Alchemy was a good concert, yet the solos went on foreeeeever.

-True Stories was weird as all get-out, but kinda funny. Especially since David Byrne looked like Haze Motes from the Wise Blood movie.

Not much else for today. Until next time... nuclear porcupines.

Where to begin?

I regret that I can't offer an apology for not frequently updating the blog. Instead, I ask for a small portion of your time for me to explain myself and why things are beginning to change.

For the last few weeks or so, I've been languishing in the summer, doing whatever I felt like doing (well, other than going to work). I learned the hard way that I should've updated my parents about my job aspirations. For the sake of things, I cannot disclose these matters here. Yet, my parents told me that sitting around and waiting wasn't the solution. That meant getting out of my comfort zone. So here I am, putting together a resume and cover letter for a possible internship. Atop that, I'm assisting at my current job at planning an event. I have to do things that require me to take some serious risks.

But if things transpire differently, I may have to find another job. I hate to do that, but I desire to move out into the world on my own. This won't happen unless I do something, whether it is push for a promotion at my current job or seek employment elsewhere. To most, what I'm going through sounds like nothing. I always prided myself in being able to handle change. But I lied to myself, sort of. I could handle change, as long as it didn't push me past my comfort zone. I've played safe for far too long. I ain't living. No, don't expect me to go do daring things, like skydiving or herding hippos. I need to start moving forward, going out there to do what I need to do. I have few major lifelong goals, but one of them still holds true: become a writer and make enough to live off of it. While the goal is unlikely, I need to try.

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Things are going to be different around here. I have decided to do something that I had never done for this poor blog: post on a regular schedule. Starting at the beginning of August, I will post something every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I don't know what, but it will be something. It won't be apologies for sporadic postings and lack of novel updates.

Oh, the novel... it seems that I've stopped. I may have to make a serious decision with Invisible. Maybe I was wrong in thinking it was this story's time to shine. It may need to "sleep" for a bit longer. That or I have to break for the rest of the month and re-gather my senses. There is a part deep in me that wants it tackled, most of it down on bytes and Word documents.

I'm gonna rely less on platitudes and more on kaboom. Kaboom is action; in a word that has the risk of drawing out the meaning in favor of a few giggles.

To those who ask, I am fine, thank you.

I think the alarm clock just went off and hit me hard on the head for good measure.

Proof that I'm still alive...

I got completely sidetracked from writing "Invisible". Excuses aside, I'm kicking it in high gear in the next few days. So far, I'm 11,000+ words into Part 1, with much more to go.

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Inspired by tumblrs I follow, I took some pictures of my bookshelves:

(you may recognize an old friend... Zimbra, my electric guitar)

This is my shelf of all-time favorite books (you can see the first edition A House Like A Lotus in its rightful place at number one). The left stack are re-reads, the right stacks books my sister recommended to me.

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That's about it from here. Until next time, good night...