Anymore now it seems the only time I post on my blog is to rant about my life and give a general update of what's going on. I suppose it isn't a bad thing, unless you Readers say otherwise, but most of the time I'm not sure what to write about on here. The majority of my writing as of late has been committed to the following in order of most time spent on each: fiction, lyrics, and poetry. Though I started this blog mostly to feature my poetry, recently it has taken a backseat to other things.
For one, I still struggle to stay on schedule as far as getting up at a decent hour and going to bed at a decent hour. As of now, I cannot depend on my body to know when to wake up. I may set multiple alarms and for one reason or another I have a tendency to sleep through them. However, the alarm where Sergeant James Doakes shouts "Surprise, Motherfucker!" at me (Dexter reference) has had the highest success rate of them all. Plus, I get to wake up laughing.
Also, I've been a sad, pathetic, unemployed person since last November. Damn, almost a year. My time at Gallup really freaked me out and caused my severe reluctance for employment. I remember soon after quitting Gallup I entered the denial phase and believed I'd make a decent living selling kuchens and other baked goods and selling things on Craigslist and such. Yikes, that didn't happen. But, after months and months of living in the failure-laden squalor of post-employment defeat, I am employed again. It's like reincarnation. Quitting a job equals death. Reemployment equals new life. After being reincarnated as dog vomit and working at Gallup, I willingly chose a 10 month death until now I've been reincarnated as a host at Old Chicago. Ta-daaaaaaa. Magic.
Aside from starting a new job, I've been semi-hard at work planning out my novel. No, I've never written one. Fiction writing itself has been a new endeavor for me just in the past year or so. I've written two short stories and started a couple other projects that haven't come to fruition yet. Anyways, November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) and I figured "What the hell, why not?" After all, if I'm ever going to be successful and make a living as a writer or musician or actor or director or anything in that realm, might as well start now. I've always felt that writing is my strongest natural ability and will be the medium to break me into the world of media stuffs. So here I am planning a novel. I didn't think I'd be seriously attempting this for another few years, but like I said, "What the hell, why not?"
I came up with this novel idea over a year ago when Addison, Bayle, and I were working on their senior class play night. The three of us collaborated together, wrote/edited/directed our original play Flight Club. It was one of the most fulfilling experiences of my life so far. During one of our off topic moments I said something about "What if a serial killer came clean about a bunch of murders to a priest during a Catholic confessional?" Then we continued talking about things like "Would the priest be bound by church ethics to keep it a secret and forgive the killer?" Questions like that inspired me to start planning my story, A Garden in the Desert (tentative name).
After settling in the fictional town of Paraiso, New Mexico, Jackson Elliot covers the confessional booth of the local parish for his priest friend who has to attend to a family emergency in another town. While tending to the booth and unethically forgiving sins, Jackson listens to the confession of a killer who admits to many murders. *ominous music*
So that's a brief look into the plot which I've been developing and agonizing over for the past month or so. Fortunately I decided to start planning for NaNoWriMo at a decent time rather than a week before November begins. Anyways, enough about my novel. I don't wanna be one of those people that talk about their novel or screenplay all the time. I'm a bit arrogant and fairly self-absorbed by nature and those are things in my life I want to decrease. I want to do what I love because I love it, not so I can look cool and shit. Bleh. They say you're supposed to tell people that you're writing a novel during NaNoWriMo so that you have at least the motivation of looking lame in front of friends and family if you don't go through with it. Well, here I am, saying that November 1st begins my journey into the realm of novel writing.
Write now in life, planning for the novel and playing guitar and doing training at work are the main things I do other than sleep/eat/potty.
EXCEPT FOR BREAKING BAD. If you are reading this and have not yet watched Breaking Bad and have respect/love for incredible writing/acting/storyline etc, you must watch Breaking Bad. This is more than an opinion, it is a fact: Breaking Bad is one of, if not the best TV series out there. Ah, I could go on and on about it, but this blog post has come to a close. Hopefully more will come in the near future. I definitely plan to blog about my experiences and progress during NaNoWriMo.
I bid thee farewell for now,