Here I Am

So. Here I am. A writer. I am a writer. Hence the name of this blog.


Having tons of free time, now that I am not working on a trilogy screenplay that took me six years from idea conception to the final draft where I could leave it alone for awhile with a peace of mind, I psychologically have more time to blog.

I say ‘psychologically’ because, in the writer’s mind, I cannot keep up a blog if I’m “working” on a trilogy. Believe me, there were plenty of times when I wasn’t working on my trilogy.

So the way I’m writing this is I just type whatever comes to mind in the domino line of ideas. There is a general connection between everything I’ve said already.

Right now, my little sister is having a photoshoot with the camera and her main subject is me. So, I’m having a little problem with thinking. It’s funny, but kind of annoying.

I just decided that since I don’t really use the camera that much, except for making home films and videos, that she and I can use the camera. It will be our camera.

Oh! Yes!

I remember what I was going to say. Back when I was working on my trilogy and trying to start up a blog, I “prepared myself” by Googling “how to blog”, “how to start a blog”, and the like. I put “prepared myself” in quotation marks because I thought I was getting ready. But it was really just a rather mild, yet stifling form of procrastination.

So I decided to just start writing a blog post. I will also be trying to not worry about the number of views or likes, let alone comments, on any of my posts.

I will try to come up with around three, maybe four posts a week. If anyone is actually reading this and has come this far (I’m already sounding doubtful), then I hope you can direct me to other blogs.

That sounded terrible.

In its wording, that is.

Before the parentheses statement about my doubtfulness, I knew what I was going to say. But it just flew out my left ear.


So, yes. I am a writer. Not a published author. I guess I am an author. Just not published. These posts will be as you have read already, rather journalesque in rhythm and kind of like freewriting.

Almost like a way to make sure I keep on writing. My job at the Dollar Tree since last August has seriously turned to powder my fear of talking to strangers and almost not caring about being kind of ridiculous at times.

Wow. I’ve already this much. That’s exciting. Makes me want to write a whole bunch more!

In closing, I went running this morning. I decided to finally do it. No matter how weird it was for me to run by complete strangers that are my neighors. I just finally did it. I’ve been studying creativity and the writing life recently. One of the keyest keys to ideas and the ability to pour words out onto the page as I have done here, is wordless activity.

No movies, although they do help me, no music with lyrics, that sometimes helps me with passion about things I care about, and no reading. Although reading as  a writer is very important, it is draining to the creative mind. Actually, I’m no expert. So I shouldn’t be saying that it drains the creative mind. I just know that watching movies sometimes helps, listening to music (I listen to the theme from the HBO miniseries, John Adams when I want to feel empowered about freedom, our God-given unalienable rights, and all that, I listen to Star WarsLord of the Rings, sometimes The Hobbit, Pirates of the Caribbean, and maybe some other things when I want to think about epic stories and sagas), and playing games helps with my writing.

So I don’t want to bore you or make you want to scroll to the bottom to see how much is left. So without further ado… see ya’round.

Y’all come back now, y’hear?