Hi-ho and hello.
I come today with something short, brief, and encapsulating things figured and the humor or, I guess we can call it irony. But then again there’s context… A nuance to the whole of what I share today. So to start with I was an odd kid, I had friends most definitely, some were decent, some were brief, others ruinous. And oddly the memories are not of friends, the thing I’m going to talk about today it’s not connected to the friends that were my age, which I find odd.
The thing is though once middle school started I noticed that it was more than easy to talk to an adult, it was easier to convey the perspective and the ideas with those that were not my peers…hahaha, though there were a handful of people the same age that somewhat got it, somewhat understood the humor or direction of what the conversation entailed. But for some odd f****** reason when it came to talking to teachers especially the English ones, talking was effortless.
It was the start of actually feeling like I was in the skin I belonged in. There was this ability in being able to relate with something outside of me and the understanding of the nuances within storytelling, the riveting displays of character, theme, environment, sociological elements, psychological barriers that created such variables to the telling of each story through growing up, this became more and more exciting.
Once High school came I was able to find two very inspiring and motivating people. Of course, they were both English instructors. They aired to building up my own collection, curious endeavours, great reads, and unexpected journeys.
Now here is the thing they both taught, both nearing an identical phrasing and a sentimental variation which was this: Write everyday, no matter what, at least 3,000 words a day.
It took me a minute, took a couple of years as a matter of fact, but finally I’ve grasped the flow that fits and I manage close to 4,000 words give or take a couple.
I’m grateful for this teaching, grateful for what it’s brought to me in keeping creative, dreaming, and sharing the ideas that come at a whim. I don’t know what day of the hundred and thirty something that we’re at today, but I’ve made mention of following my dream and doing everything I can to at least maintain a partial grasp if not a good and prevalent grasp to that dream. So I share, and I will continue to write, in hopes that like most people who are here on WordPress we hope that we affect and help at least someone. Even if it’s just one. So to you I thank you.
Write. Write to the heart’s desire and be you, don’t shy away from who you can be, trust it, don’t squander your soul. It deserves more, give it the time.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May the serenity of that voice that comes in on the last track for the playlist shared, I hope you take that with your heart today and I hope that your morning, day, and the night cherishes your heart and your wants.
Nosce Te Ipsum
Dream Dark Stories 