I'm going to try to write something everyday even if it's just one word.
Come March, I will have not had a relationship for two years. That may seem like a long time to some people BUT it doesn't feel that way to me.
I consciously decided to take one year off from the ladies but then I got caught up in work and life and here I am...two years later...no loving.
My friends think I'm crazy and want me to "get laid" but that's not what I'm looking for. Don't get me wrong, I miss sex and I miss having someone I can fall asleep in the same bed with but I'm not going to force anything.
Hook ups? Yeah, I've thought about them and I've had several opportunities for the ol' hit and run BUT I just haven't been into it.
I think I have too many female friends. Too many feminine voices inside of my head.
I went to a local bar with a couple of buddies and one of their girlfriends this past Saturday. After the night was over I realized that it's time to re-enter the world of dating. I also need to learn how to ask a woman for her phone number. I can have a great conversation with a woman and then, like the fool I am, I walk away and return to my table.
There have been times when I have to pretend like I don't see the stunned look on their faces as I say good bye and simply walk away, disappearing forever behind the crowds of flannel shirts and plastic rimmed glasses.
(sigh)
I gotta get my groove back!
Monday, January 16, 2012
Friday, December 16, 2011
Blank
I've had writer's block for well over a year now....or maybe I just have not had anything worth writing?
I have supplemented my lack of creative energy in the writing department by reading more books and taking improvisation classes. I miss my words though. I miss the way my hands feel after a particularly long essay. I miss the feeling of surprise and wonderment I have after finishing a paragraph and having no idea where it came from. I miss telling stories through written words and as I type these words, early in the morning, I still have no story to tell.
My mind is as blank as the grey barren trees outside and like those trees I think it's waiting for the Spring to bring a carousel of color and imagery with which to be inspired from.
I have no words to write and it leaves me feeling impotent.
But I will keep trying and hopefully, if I dig deep enough, I will tap into a well that has been waiting to be discovered.
Meanwhile, I'll leave you with this random observation. Walking through the streets of Portland Oregon I noticed an abundance of skinny jeans and facial hair. It was in this moment I realized that the goatee is the skinny jean of facial hair. Like the skinny jean, the goatee only looks good on about ten percent of the male population but well over half the male population still attempts to maintain one...no matter how silly it looks on them.
-CWILL
I have supplemented my lack of creative energy in the writing department by reading more books and taking improvisation classes. I miss my words though. I miss the way my hands feel after a particularly long essay. I miss the feeling of surprise and wonderment I have after finishing a paragraph and having no idea where it came from. I miss telling stories through written words and as I type these words, early in the morning, I still have no story to tell.
My mind is as blank as the grey barren trees outside and like those trees I think it's waiting for the Spring to bring a carousel of color and imagery with which to be inspired from.
I have no words to write and it leaves me feeling impotent.
But I will keep trying and hopefully, if I dig deep enough, I will tap into a well that has been waiting to be discovered.
Meanwhile, I'll leave you with this random observation. Walking through the streets of Portland Oregon I noticed an abundance of skinny jeans and facial hair. It was in this moment I realized that the goatee is the skinny jean of facial hair. Like the skinny jean, the goatee only looks good on about ten percent of the male population but well over half the male population still attempts to maintain one...no matter how silly it looks on them.
-CWILL
Monday, October 31, 2011
a trick and a treat...
I think it's fitting that I am starting another blog on Halloween. Today is the day where things long past are supposed to come back to life after all.
Confession...I've started and ended so many blogs I've lost count, it's been over a year since I've done any serious writing and I'm not sure I really have anything to say that's worth immortalizing inside the cyber-universe. That said, I have made a decision that this will be my last blog regardless of the outcome. My blog-fingerprint is on too many virtual crime scenes. I have not had a blog that has been all my own for a few years now. I've tried to co-blog (is that a word?) with some friends but it never really works out because life happens and someone always ends up writing more than the other person.
Lessons have been learned and I'm hoping that I return to the world of blogging better for it. I'm sure I'll have no idea what I'm writing about until I am inspired to put fingertips to keyboard and type it out. That's the great thing about writing afterall, the world truly is your playground.
Since it is Halloween and I've been on a supernatural bent of late, I'd like to write a little something about one of my favorite topics....Zombies. I've been watching "The Walking Dead", reading this book by Colson Whitehead called Zone One and I live in Portland Oregon so I've had Zombies on the mind lately. I can hear some of you saying "wait, what does Portland Oregon have to do with Zombies?" Well to be honest, not much, but there are a lot of hipsters in Portland and hipsters are pretty damn close to Zombies if you think about it. They have a one track mind, they look very similar to each other and the more exposure you have to them the more likely you are to become one. Perhaps I'll write more about my Hipster/Zombie theories in an upcoming blog but for now, back to regular, old, dead, brain eat'n Zombies.
I've written about how to survive a Zombie Apocalypse in the past and I think I've said some controversial things. Some people didn't seem to agree with my assertion that you should eliminate the person who is the most mentally unstable should you find yourself among a group of survivors. I don't want to get into my reasons for such a harsh judgment but I still stand firmly by that comment.
I'll keep my new Zombie epiphany short and simple. Epiphany is a little overly dramatic but regardless, here it is:
The world is now filled with 7 Billion potential Zombies so when the apocalypse comes and that number gets whittled down with horrific efficiency remember that if you want to be one of the re-builders of the new society all you really have to do is survive the first 60 days. That's right, 60 days! That's your magic number. Survive those 60 and you are pretty much an official member of new Earth. The first 30 will consist of a lot of people getting eaten and the country's military sweeping through and lighting up the dead and the infected. The last 30 will consist of the remaining Zombie stragglers being taken down and probably a considerable amount of human on human violence until order is once again restored. Survive that first two months and you're good to go. Just a helpful hint and some encouragement from your local Zombie expert. Happy Halloween folks.
Confession...I've started and ended so many blogs I've lost count, it's been over a year since I've done any serious writing and I'm not sure I really have anything to say that's worth immortalizing inside the cyber-universe. That said, I have made a decision that this will be my last blog regardless of the outcome. My blog-fingerprint is on too many virtual crime scenes. I have not had a blog that has been all my own for a few years now. I've tried to co-blog (is that a word?) with some friends but it never really works out because life happens and someone always ends up writing more than the other person.
Lessons have been learned and I'm hoping that I return to the world of blogging better for it. I'm sure I'll have no idea what I'm writing about until I am inspired to put fingertips to keyboard and type it out. That's the great thing about writing afterall, the world truly is your playground.
Since it is Halloween and I've been on a supernatural bent of late, I'd like to write a little something about one of my favorite topics....Zombies. I've been watching "The Walking Dead", reading this book by Colson Whitehead called Zone One and I live in Portland Oregon so I've had Zombies on the mind lately. I can hear some of you saying "wait, what does Portland Oregon have to do with Zombies?" Well to be honest, not much, but there are a lot of hipsters in Portland and hipsters are pretty damn close to Zombies if you think about it. They have a one track mind, they look very similar to each other and the more exposure you have to them the more likely you are to become one. Perhaps I'll write more about my Hipster/Zombie theories in an upcoming blog but for now, back to regular, old, dead, brain eat'n Zombies.
I've written about how to survive a Zombie Apocalypse in the past and I think I've said some controversial things. Some people didn't seem to agree with my assertion that you should eliminate the person who is the most mentally unstable should you find yourself among a group of survivors. I don't want to get into my reasons for such a harsh judgment but I still stand firmly by that comment.
I'll keep my new Zombie epiphany short and simple. Epiphany is a little overly dramatic but regardless, here it is:
The world is now filled with 7 Billion potential Zombies so when the apocalypse comes and that number gets whittled down with horrific efficiency remember that if you want to be one of the re-builders of the new society all you really have to do is survive the first 60 days. That's right, 60 days! That's your magic number. Survive those 60 and you are pretty much an official member of new Earth. The first 30 will consist of a lot of people getting eaten and the country's military sweeping through and lighting up the dead and the infected. The last 30 will consist of the remaining Zombie stragglers being taken down and probably a considerable amount of human on human violence until order is once again restored. Survive that first two months and you're good to go. Just a helpful hint and some encouragement from your local Zombie expert. Happy Halloween folks.
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