Let’s start with the obvious. I’ve been away from this channel for quite some time, and yeah, I miss it. I thought that in order to be more productive in my writing career, I had to focus on the projects that could lead to paid gigs, like my screenplays. But then, I’d get home after a long day, and I’d do nothing, or waste time. The point is, I wasn’t writing.
When I wrote new blog posts in the past, it utilized a different part of the brain, but at the end of the day, I used my brain. The constant stream of output allowed the narrative functions to relax, and the analytical processes to ignite. I loved the feeling of being productive in multiple facets. If I was able to paint something (that I didn’t hate), I’d do that more, but even if I painted something God awful now, it would serve the same purpose as a blog. It’s an expression of the mind through other channels and that’s freeing. I miss that.
I’d hit another low point in my life recently– not because of work, but because my creative outlet, writing, was smothered by work. Don’t get me wrong, working on television show sets is something that I’ve dreamed about since I was a boy – and it’s a far cry from a hated profession being the inhibitor – but nevertheless, if I don’t write, then a part of me isn’t living.
I will forever regret the decision I made last night. If there was ever truth to the parallel universe theory, wherein with every individual’s decision, comes a split universe where the opposite reaction occurs, then this is proof positive of how life-changing that event could have been.
How many fantasy book series can you count on your fingers? I bet you’d need a hand, literally, perhaps even two or three or more hands to account for myriad prolific sagas of swords, sorcery, and science fiction.
From modern hits like Harry Potter and The Hunger Games, to the classic series’ such as The Lord of the Rings enjoying rejuvenated life, fantasy is bigger than ever.
But what’s better than all of these celebrated works of fiction is the excitement of what’s to come via the new generation of writers. In my new off-shoot of the series The Writer’s Mind, I’ve decided it would be best to ask other writer’s how their thought processes play out, what they daydream of, and what their hopes and aspirations are.Read More »
After helping a friend move recently in Holden, ME, I was tasked with giving a mutual friend a ride to his home in Eddington, ME. Nearly from the point of departure there was this car who had been following us.
Now, The Writer’s Mind always kicks in when people have been driving behind me for quite some time. I love playing this game, where if someone tails me for a bit, I like to imagine they’re chasing after me, and why. It makes driving fun. And this was no exception.Read More »
Sometimes I find myself wondering if anyone out there who reads this series asks: “What does The Writer’s Mind even mean?” Well the shortest answer is here. Which is just me explaining what it actually means.
But the title “The Writer’s Mind” leaves one to assume that either-
A. I’m pretentious as fuck since I didn’t call it A Writer’s Mind;Read More »
Have you ever experienced: Sonder? This is the term coined by John Koenig as someone you may meet in your life, if only for a moment, that you may never see again. You become this small blip in their lives, such as a person passing by them in their car, or a background character you fixate on behind the person with which you are conversing as you formulate your thoughts in a café.
It’s 10:38 PM on Thursday, August 20th, 2015: My day off.
I just got back from the gym at work. I listened to LCD Soundsystem’s “Home” there and back. I wore a gray shirt, grey undershirt, my gray Nike sneakers, and grey shorts. Four shades of grey for what seems to be a metaphor in a movie scene. This moment in my life, this past year has been a grey area. I’m in stasis; in the middle of something scary, and something big.
It’s been weird as of late. My perception of events has been skewed towards the negative. I find myself constantly daydreaming like usual, but the outcomes are always sad or fall into the macabre. It’s as if my life is one big joke; “This bad thing happens, bad luck here, bad luck there etc.
And I forget my teachings from my Interpersonal Communications class, namely the lesson of self-fulfilling prophecies. The best way to describe this idea is to give an example.