Like every year I always write some shit about the past year and the time coming forward, or I just rant.
If we forget about the constant disaster that is the Chicago Bears it was a solid last day. Just a solid weekend in general.
My long hair has become obsolete so I chopped it off. I’m not sure how I feel about it but people seem to like it. (I think)
I had a feast with family yesterday, and did some fishing with my dad today. Met up with my friends for food and drink while watching the (obsolete). Now, I discovered my laptop won’t charge (again) and now all my new writings will have to be on my phone. Ah fuck…..
However, I did start my long vacation from my job that makes me feel obsolete. So I have time this week to try and get it fixed. I can’t let that derail me though. If I have to write in my notebooks, I will. A true artist of any sort always picks themselves back up.
I went through a creative writing block that lasted 8 months this past year. I was depressed about my work and lacked the motivation to continue. I played with the idea of throwing the whole dream away and just finding a career that I could live by.
The problem was my stories never left my brain. I still focused on what I wanted to write while I kept away from the keyboard. I believe a true writer has a bit of an obsession. It never left me, I just had to prove it to myself again. I wrote a story that I gave to a short story club, and I blew them away. They called it the greatest thing I ever wrote. Maybe I needed those months, those low points, just to bring back the devil in me.
Yeah, I feel the fire of 33, while some days I feel like a 23 year old failure. There is strength in the positive and the negative. Each hand represents a scale that has found balance.
I don’t know if anyone has ever gave a fuck, hell I don’t even know if I give a fuck, but what I do know is that what I crave is all that’s important, because the rest of me is out dated and obsolete.
Cheers to another year
In The Spider's Web 