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Freelance or finally write my book…a dilemma

The strains of living have their effects on all of us from having to pay the rent to ensuring we can eat. Then we have the added benefits like car payments, health insurance, all of that delicious grown up stuff. Part of being grown up is making decisions. I’ve decided to direct my eagerness down the path of acquiring a doctorate in English (Hold the laughter, please). So as I venture down this path I’m trying to make some wise decisions here but I’m coming up empty handed so I decided to write out my dilemma.

I need money

It’s a fact we are all too familiar with, though I have seen some great articles on how to survive without spending money. In order to live the lives we want we have to make it. As a full time student I thought it would be best to maintain the position as a server at the restaurant, but now I’m not so sure. Yes it makes me money but it isn’t working toward furthering my chances of gaining fulfilling employment after graduation. However, if I continue working there but spend the time writing my newest novel is it really a waste of that time? Well perhaps if the novel is a flop. But you want to know something? I think this has helped me answer my own question. If I don’t focus on my own personal goals knowing that I do have an income, while not great, it’s still sustaining my living. I think the only obligatory writing I should be focusing on is to you the reader and to those of my future fans (once I release the NY times best seller). And to be quite frank I have not even stepped up into graduate level classes yet so to be fair, I really have a lot more time than I think I do.

Thank you for reading this far. I must say it feels great to write things out. As a courtesy to you I will continue this conversation as if the previously mentioned revelation never happened.

Not Dead Yet…

I guess when the internet is almost something of a fantasy tale rather than a reality it makes things difficult, especially keeping up with publishing in my blog. But do not worry! I will be returning to blog about well, writing, and all that other fun stuff in only a short while.

This was just a courtesy post, to let you know I’m not dead…yet. See you all very soon!

Strange lights and Sounds in Allentown

Around 3:30am I was woken from my sleep to a disembodied voice. It said, “The earth has done for you, now you do for your earth.” I woke with the last two words from a dream about a bat attacking my face. With waking there was a red light dancing around the silhouettes of wind blown leaves strewn across the ceiling and wall. I stared at this for several moments. I couldn’t figure out what it was. My legs were paralyzed as I now thought that maybe the air conditioner was on fire. The light continued, and the air conditioner was rattling. It was then that I noticed the vibrating walls. It was as if a large cell phone was over the house. It was a pulsating, low rumbling, as a car booming base. I was finally able to move so  I lifted the curtains above my head to look out onto the street. The light was now gone, but the vibrating continued. I stood and stepped carefully to the bathroom. I still felt the vibrations, however they felt like they were further away. I went out the back of the house to look above the house, and up and down the street to see if I could find anything that would have produced this. Nothing was out front either.

I googled these things this morning, but found nothing. I had to write something about it though, just in-case any one else experienced something similar. Please post. Sorry this isn’t ridiculously literary related.

Getting to know someone

I was working. A young man, whom I have taken quite the liking to wasn’t doing much when I came into the kitchen. He stood back and leaned against the steam table to look at me. “What’s up lil man?” I asked.

“Nothing,” He responded. We stood in silence for just a moment. I observed what the chef was doing, while he organized the tickets that needed to be prepared by the cooks. I glanced at the cooks, each honing in on the particular dish they were beginning to assemble. I then noticed he was looking at me once more. “What do you do in your spare time?” He asked.

I pondered this question. What spare time? I asked myself. “Lot’s of stuff.” Was the general response I gave.

“Well, like what?” He asked. I looked at him. He was genuine in his question. He really wanted to know.

“I write.”     It was all I could say. “You know that.” There was so much more. Ultimately the view of a writer is that of someone sitting in front of their computer day in and day out. I wanted to explain more. The point I wanted to get across was,

I’m a writer. I live life to write. I try new things with every opportunity, so I can write about it. I hike, I bike, I play, I run all day. I eat, even bolete, I swim, I gym. I play the piano, I sing in soprano. I lay out, suspend doubt. I swing, I fling, I sing, and bing. I clean and lean, I read, I lead...”

The list continued. I wanted to say so much more. I had to say so much more. Why would I limit my life to something as miniscule as I write. Ultimately, in order for me to find new material, I have to live life to the fullest. I have to make the best out of every moment that I live to turn the experiences that I have had into something that is readable. I take the stories that I listen intently to, of other people. I put characters of mine in their shoes and begin a process. I begin a life that has yet to be taken. I create and manipulate emotions through written words. I woo a reader, and impress. That or I disappoint. Either way I, through my writing, have an impact on everyone that ever reads what I have written. To me, that is a world that cannot be fathomed by many. That is a world that, when written out sounds ridiculous to me, the one saying this ridiculousness.

Getting to know someone is fun! I have been taking time to get to know my little buddy, day by day. In these moments of innocent questioning, I love that I can find inspiration, and hope through it. Genuinely interested in his life, I found today a tidbit that has encouraged an interesting facet of my life. Something I may want to hold on to more dearly.