Are You Liberal or Just Hip? | 8-27-15

Do you really think you’ll always be progressive? Do you really think you’ll never stop pushing forward? What happens when you finally get your goals done, get the world to be as you like it?

Do you really think it will stop changing?

There will come a day that progress will make you uncomfortable. Your goals and wishes for the country will have been reached, but the train will keep moving forward, past your destination. You may wonder why you ever got on a train headed toward progress.

Don’t just get off at your stop and try to slow the train down, waving your hands like a madman, yelling “enough is enough”!

Don’t get off the train. Keep riding. you don’t have to conduct it. You don’t have to serve the passengers tea. Just don’t derail the train. Don’t even slow it down, not even a bit. If you want, go to the caboose and look back at the destination you thought you’d never reach, and be proud that you made it this far.

I’ll be on the roof of the first car behind the engine, looking in wonder at where the tracks lead next.


Have you ever known anybody who only ever asks you questions? My brother is that person for me. Sometimes it feels like all he has for me is questions, and all I do is answer them. They’re not opinions or ideas, but “how does this work” or “why is the world this way”, actual school questions.

It’s not that I don’t like informing my brother, but with my four years studying chemistry in college leveled next to his inattention in high school and two years at an automotive tech school makes me appear to him like an anthropomorphic Encyclopedia Britannica. I find myself reminding him daily that I’m not a damn search engine, and there’s one on his phone if he needs it. By no means do I think he’s unintelligent in any way, but he is absolutely not well read. Uninformed is a fitting title.


Is there an accepted format for writing the story/screenplay of a video game? I’m watching GTA V be played, and it’s amazing to me how they were able to tie together the three characters into such a wide-reaching story. The medium seems like something with a lot of creative potential.


A random car got sprayed by bullets while pulling onto the freeway not a minute away from my house. Great. Just great.

At least marijuana legalization is going to ballot in Ohio this November. Progress is growing closer.

No Rest | 8-12-2015

My brother’s waking up to go to work. I’m still writing. I’ve been working on outlines and drafts all night, as well as reading up on running a freelance business. A lot of learning is happening, and a lot of skills are being developed. Things are looking good.

I just came to wonder, how many words do I type into search engines and script inputs online throughout the day? Can I add those to my writing log?

Sometimes I think the consistent insomnia I go through is going to mess me up later in life. 7 AM to noon just doesn’t work for me, unless I’ve been up since the night before. I’m pretty sure there are health problems that will come in effect from the habit of not having sleeping habits, but I’m not trying to ask my doctor or do too much research.

That’s just not a door I want to open right now. With the amount of debt I have hovering over my head already, I couldn’t stand having more anxiety coming from the hospital. Sometimes it feels like I need a benzo prescription to calm down, to keep me from going into an all-out panic. I don’t think I’m at that point yet, by a long shot.

My father has both narcolepsy and sleep apnea. I’ve got good reason to believe that I’ll someday get the same two diagnoses. He sleeps with an apnea breathing mask, which seems inconvenient and unattractive. I’m hoping there’s a more economical and practical alternative by the time I need something like that.

According to Reuters, a study in 2014 showed that young adults that experienced insomnia were eight times more likely to suffer a stroke than those with more normative sleep patterns. Well, shit.

I’m gonna crash, hopefully I wake up when it’s still light out. This will be a hard habit to break.



| 8-11-15

Flick. I just told myself that was my last cigarette. It’s probably not the last time I’ll tell myself that. Life’s been a bit of a drag lately, but hopefully I can turn this ship around. I’m gonna go for a long time dream and start a freelance writing career. It’ll take a lot of concentration on my part, but I’m confident that I can put out a quality product. I’m taking to the habit of writing at least 1000 words a day, which I read somewhere was where Hemingway sometimes lingered at, so it should be enough. How does Stephen King write seven pages a day? They can’t be 8″ x 11.5″ in a twelve-point font. That or I’m slow.

I’m trying to go for it, but what about those who aren’t. I think this millennial generation has some real issues with finding direction. Even the kids with college degrees are struggling to find work. It’s a tough job market, at least as I’ve experienced it. I worry a lot for myself, even though I have a pretty solid resume. I am stunted by the fact I didn’t get my degree, a B.S. in Chemistry, but I’ll be taking out (even fucking more) student loans to finish it up in the next year or two.

So I’m working on a novel and two short stories right now. I’ve started logging my words and hours daily, to observe patterns. Hopefully I can get a finished product out there, My goal is to have the novel finished before the end of November. I call it an “environmental dystopia”.



Going to try on this one | 8-9-2015

Alright, this is straight up, like, the millionth blog I’ve had, but I’m gonna try to keep this one going. I have this fond feeling that somebody has found my past blogs, read them when I had no knowing of it, and have found enjoyment or inspiration in them.

Can I keep blogs anonymous? I’m gonna see if I can. I can just be more honest that way.

Anyways, I’m from the east, and just moved to the mid-west. I feel like it’s just part of a migration west, one which will take me a while but finish somewhere in the sands of the Pacific. We’ll see what happens.

I want to be a writer, and I’m trying to go for it. I just moved in with my brother, who’s not a reader, writer, or any sort of creative thinker, at least in the way I try to be. He’s great in his field, which is cars, but I sometimes get lost in explaining something from my time studying chemistry, or from a book I’m reading. It can be frustrating sometimes.

I had to drop out of school at the beginning of the year. Money problems made it too difficult for me to finish this year. Oh well, regardless, I’ll be back into it quite shortly, hopefully.

I’m trying to keep a thousand words a day, this intro blog does just that. I’ll keep you updated, world.