Just let it go, Joe

Why is it that I’m so brilliant in my mind that I am in real life? You know what, please don’t answer that. I really do not want to know. Seriously, it was a rhetorical device to introduce my topic of conversation, which is how I can create something so poetic when I’m nowhere near a computer, or pen and paper, and I’m stuck staring at a blank page when I am. Where does that creativity go?

I know, I’m probably not as eloquent as I think I am in my daydreams. I sure as hell not that great of a writer to begin with, but I try. I write what I feel at the moment, and later I can’t help but feel insecure about what I committed to writing. Is it good enough? Are you, the reader, able to understand what I’m trying to say? Am I just being paranoid? Should I just let it go?

I think I should just let it go. No point drawing you further into my craziness.

No, I’m not dead

In case you’re wondering, I’m still alive. Now that the mystery has been solved, you may get back to living your lives. For some reason, I sense indifference from the audience, not that I’m surprised. If you’re anything like me, you have so many different people vying for attention that you don’t miss the peripheral things. I’m not peripheral, am I?

To answer the unasked question, I’ve finally been offered a full-time position at my job, with hints that they are interested in helping me towards a leadership position of some type. The transition has been a little difficult for me. It’s mostly getting used to working more hours and having an extended work week, which I’m grateful for. I just need to accustomed to having a real job again.

But with the increase in hours comes a decrease in available hours to write. That wouldn’t be so bad, but I lose ten hours a week just on my commute, on top of which I do not have a set schedule. Some days I work a mid-shift, the next I work until midnight, and another day I might have to be there at six in the morning. It’s stressful and leads to getting no sleep and an increased level of stress. I’ve dealt with it before, I’ll learn to cope with it again and find my mojo.

The real reason for my absence, other than exhaustion, is that I haven’t had anything to say for the past few weeks. No, that’s not it. I do have things to say but I’ve decided this isn’t the forum to express myself. When I started out, this was a place for me to vent my frustrations and to be frank, a place to bitch. I don’t really need it, but trying to convert it to simply a writer’s blog isn’t working for me at all. I’m not so focused.

I’m considering making a move and starting fresh on a new blog, a place where I can post essays about silly observations, current events, and my favorite topic, the happenings of my life. That’s what I want to do. I don’t want to limit myself to just writing about writing, or reading. I want to go back to what I loved doing, which was writing about anything and everything.

I’m not planning on discontinuing this page. I still need to talk about what I’m working on, a place to review the occasional book, and to dream about actually publishing something. Maybe I will get around to it. I hope I will.

As such, I pulled out an old manuscript and I started polishing it up, rewriting what needs rewriting, editing what passes, and maybe making it presentable. We’ll see. I have an idea for NaNoWriMo 2014, something I’m excited about. I can’t wait to get started.

I also have a new book review coming out on Monday, October 6th for Dark the Night Descending by Jennifer Bresnick. I can’t wait to share it with you. Follow the link to see what it’s about, and maybe pre-order it as well. My thoughts will have to wait a few more days.

That’s it for now. I’ll stop neglecting my responsibilities and post more frequently. I’ll see you all on Monday, if I don’t post anything sooner. Have a great weekend and stay safe!

Unproductive

I have had the most unproductive week ever! Okay, maybe that’s a bit of an overstatement, but it sure feels like it to me. Since I last Sunday’s little excursion to the Dallas Cowboy’s embarrassing game, I’ve been under the weather. It didn’t help that the weather decided to turn cold and rainy. I’ve been miserable and my productivity shows it.

All I’ve done is play games on my computer, which isn’t really my computer, but my brother’s. I finally am getting one soon. Since my job is a sucky one, I put one on layaway at Walmart. I loathe them, but at the moment I’m without much of an option. Being online and having a way to write is great, but I need my own machine, and since I’m having to do it in installments, I’m springing for a relatively good laptop.

As for being productive, today’s not the day to pretend to be so. I’m going to be lazy and get back on track tomorrow. I have a few projects on my plate, but I think it’s time to pull an old one out, dust it off, and get it ready to be read by others. Right not the whole beginning is driving me crazy. I’ll just rewrite it and go from there.

That’s it for tonight. I don’t want to ruin my unproductive streak. Have a great week and I’ll see you soon.

My fun weekend

gas monkeyI wish I had the energy to wish you a Happy Monday, but that requires a level of enthusiasm that I can’t seem to muster at the beginning of the week. Instead, I’m holed up in my room, wishing I had the energy to do anything, but it was worth it!

I had a rare weekend off, both Saturday and Sunday, which was nice. I got home Friday night, about half an hour before midnight, and that’s when my plans for a quiet weekend fell through. Two of my brothers, and my sister, who had tickets to go see the Cowboys play, were able to find better seats, leaving them with three party passes and asked me if I wanted to go. After much wishing and washing, and nearly thirty minutes of teeth-gnashing, I scrapped my nothing plans and decided to go for broke and go to Dallas.

Four hours later, and maybe an hour and half of sleep later, we were on our way. I slept about half of the way there on Saturday. I got through to my friend somewhere around Sweetwater, TX, telling her we were on our way. She agreed to meet us at Reunion Tower in downtown Dallas later in the afternoon, (check out my post about my first visit!)

First, the four of us hit up Gas Monkey Bar & Grill for lunch. For those of you unaware, Gas Monkey is the name of garage in Dallas made famous on the Discovery Channel’s show, Fast n’ Loud and owned by Richard Rowlings. In the past year or so, he expanded his empire and opened a restaurant.

I’m a fan of the show, as are my gear-headed brothers, and have been wanting to make a trip to check out the bar & grill. We hadn’t expected to see just how crazy the place would be. At one p.m., the parking lot was overflowing, people were standing in line waiting for a seat. My brother Julian put of on the list and I was shocked to see how long the wait would be. An hour to an hour and a half.

Normally I would have left, but we drove six to seven hours to get to Dallas, and what’s another hour or so? We sat and waited, watching people come and go. A group of motorcycle enthusiasts took over much of the patio seating outside. People young and old streamed in and out, many leaving with souvenir cups or shirts. No one left looking disappointed.

After waiting just shy of an hour, we got a text saying our table was ready. Our server, some young guy whose name I can’t recall, took our drink order almost immediately. Our drinks arrived promptly, took our order, and we sat and visited, marveling at the place.

It didn’t take long for our meal to arrive in a wax-paper lined metal tray, which fit with the atmosphere. I had a chicken sandwich which left me a little disappointed, but it was still good. My sister had a carnitas taco plate which I tried. I should have ordered that! My brother Andrew ordered a burger topped of with a fried quail egg. I can’t remember what Julian ordered. Regardless, everyone liked what they ordered.

Gas Monkey Bar & Grill certainly delivered. I was expecting a tourist trap, and in some ways it’s a way to capitalize on the success of their television show. Unlike some tourist traps, their wait staff were professional and their appearance were in keeping with the spirit of the car show they are based off of. The food was delicious, though I still wish I had ordered the tacos.. All in all, I was extremely satisfied with the establishment. I’ll have to go back soon, preferable when they have a musical group in-house, *hint hint*.

As for the rest of the trip, well, we also dropped by the garage, took a few pictures, and bought a few t-shirts. I also revisited Reunion Tower with my siblings, this time during the day. My fear of heights remains, but I didn’t feel as sick as I did the first time. As for the reason for going to Dallas in the first place, let’s just say, the 49’s owned Cowboy AT&T Stadium that day, with almost more red in the stands than blue. It was an embarrassment and I don’t want to talk about it anymore.

At least I got a cool souvenir Gas Monkey Pilsner glass out of my trip. Woo!

 

 

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Maybe there’s a point to this somewhere

Hi everyone. I just wanted to let you know that I’m scheduled to have a new book review go live tomorrow, but I seem to have run into a bit of a snag. My book died. That’s not a line I ever thought I would write. I wonder if anyone has used that as an excuse for not doing homework.

That’s what I get for waiting until the last minute to read the book, but that’s on me. I will post my review for Back from Chaos sometime Monday afternoon, probably before 6. My Kindle is charging and I will resume working on it as soon as I can.

In the meantime, I will write on a project I started not long ago. I have no real plans for it. It’s just something I’m working on to keep myself busy. I’m not even going to share details with you on this one.

I also bought a couple of books yesterday from the Barnes & Noble in Amarillo. One, Splintered by A. G. Howard, caught my attention due to the awesome artwork on the dust jacket. Also, she’s slated to do a book signing next Saturday. I’m thinking about showing up. I hope I’m not the old, creepy guy there. I may need to take someone else, my niece perhaps?

Then to satisfy my adult male ego, I bought Fall of Giants by Ken Follett. I’m already familiar with his works, having read Pillars of the Earth several years ago. I’ve been meaning to buy the sequel for some time. It’s on my ever-expanding list.

I should stop procrastinating, since that’s why I’m dealing with a dead book to begin with. Technology is great, but sometimes it’s a pain in the rear. That’s why I love actual books. They never need to be charged, and they smell great!

Good night!