Writing my own way

I have been doing alot of thinking about writing and the written word. Which makes sense, considering I am, well, trying to be a hack writer. It scares me to think this, but at the same time is exhilarating. Will I have anything worth writing, or should I say reading? Am I doing this for the right reasons? Do I care what you think? Can I handle the rejection? Many quesitons that flow through the mind of someone contemplating putting themselves out there for the whole world to tear apart, critique and hopefully a few will enjoy.

What voice will I use? That's easy, mine. Duh! But I know not everyone will take to my style. And that's fine, I enjoy speaking from the heart, adding a little fun, comedy and thinking, to what I put on the page. It's just me. If I didn't do it my way, then I might as well go back to a normal job. SOOO I hope your prepared for my conversational and silly style, if not I guess I'll go back to my day job, or start daddy daycare. Or maybe I'll take up making bon bon's.

Speaking of food, here is some food for thought. And it's more for me, something I need to remember more in my relationships. Stop and listen and focus on them....and smile more. I don't do that enough. I feel I am too busy concentrating on what I want to say next or what big plan I have in the works, instead of really investing in the person I am in front of right now...What would happen if I invested in people instead of money, gold, 401K? Well for one, I know that, in my opinion, is an investment that is eternal, since I believe our souls are eternal. And number two, the rest of those things are easily lost, squandered, and not that fulfilling. I have seen my own family do that. I know you might say well relationships are the same way, yes that is true, if you don't take the time or have the gumption to really stop and invest in the person in front of you....I hope to actually take my own advice, and start looking into their eyes, hearing what they are saying, and not acting "busy" or "in a hurry" darting my eyes and moving on....oh there is the end of my soap box...I'll step down now...

The Return

Well, I am back. I need to get my creative juices flowing again, and I know in the past blogging has been great for honing my skills....as if. You see I have to write, because I don't like to talk. Not on the phone especially. So, even for a man I have an extra supply of words built up and the only way to get the out without tripping over my tongue or boring someone is writing.... So here I am. I won't be too long tonight as I want to get some rest.... I think I will start off with a quick poem...off the top of my head, since there isn't much to lose up there...So don't expect too much.

Fresh morning dew speckling the ground

as fog floats through the air silently

A yearning deep inside as to what will come

excitement and trepidation

Moving forward not quite seeing through the haze

Knowing certainly that what is to come

will soon be what was

But relishing the prospect of being apart of that something

being able to see yourself atop that mountain,

flag in hand, conquering the land

Yet the possibility,

no,

the probability that the valley will be there when your vision clears.

And do tears flow with this reality,

they dare not

Strengthening and resolving to move forward

keep going

With open heart, open arms, open mind

You will be the ray that breaks the fog and dries the mist