I first began to learn the art of written language in 1st grade at Christy Elementary in Plano, Texas. I remember practicing my letters at home and writing in STARWARS coloring books. I wrote goofy action captions above the character’s image. Then in 3rd grade, still at Christy, I began to learn the art of prose and cursive. This opened a whole new world of expression for me, and I started my first journal. This journal has long been trashed and the pages shredded, and those pieces are probably soaked in an oily crude paste at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico, where all of Texas’ shit ends up I think. That little journal was a very important tool for me in both growing as a student of the English language; as well as, a magnificent instrument for me to articulate and keep track of my ideas on the world.
Most of my journal entries were short and fetid documentations of how my perverted and sprawling little mind worked. I wrote of how I would jump from my seat and sprint to my favorite spot on the rug in the book nook every afternoon at 1 o’clock, story time. My spot was directly in the center and second row, because from this vantage point I could spy up Mrs., we’ll call her Soap for the fact that this is a public blog, Soap’s skirt and view the thin cleft between her thighs and see her panties. At the end of the day I would document the different colors, designs, and patterns that her brilliant cottony undergarments were ordained with. A few times I shared my findings with friends. In this journal I also documented my first ever, probably not wet but, moist dream. I don’t think that any young men who came of age in the late 70’s or early 80’s, as I did, will be surprised to read that it was of Princess Leia.
Since then my prose and content have improved diminutively while expanding my education and world experience. While serving in Iraq I kept a journal that has really served as a safety line between me and my experiences there. There are times when I need to remember the order and dates that certain events had taken place, and when I do I simply take grasp of that safety line and pull the memories back on board for a few hours for research. In adjusting to life since getting off active duty I have continued to journal my thoughts and daily experiences. Some of that will now be devoted to this blog I hope.
No worries, this blog will not read like a private journal nor will it be filled with any sexual exploitations or voyeur smut. The purpose of this blog is really just an exercise for me as a writer. I write a lot. Well, I write a minimum of 3000 words daily and sometimes start two or more projects in one day, and sometimes, if I’m on it, can complete one or two projects a day. More than 90% of my writing; however, is never seen by anyone other than myself, or the viewing mass is a very limited mass at that. So this blog will hopefully serve as a means for me to write when I have something, or nothing really at all, to say, and then share it online.
Most of what I will write will most likely be to review literature, current events, and discuss writing, much of the prose will be an expression of my taste, or distaste for daily life. Being a writer I certainly hope that they will be worth reading for some. Being a human I certainly hope that they will have the humanistic quality I feel any good literature must have.
My goal has been set to post a minimum of one blog a week. This probably does not sound like a colossal task, but considering that I hope to keep the quality somewhere near my ceiling of “total shit,” and I have opted to get a public speaking and statistics class, required for my major and minor, out of the way this summer, and I am still working a few shifts at the bar, it could prove to be strenuous at times. So here is to a new endeavor and, wait hold your drink up, higher, ok, to a new blog. I will hence forth begin to plop my tiny meaningless opinions and observations into the vast and turmoil sea that is the internet, but who knows, perhaps if I plop enough of them and they group together for like of commonness they will begin to wash upon the shores of some place nice, and soil this nice place and stick to the feet of those who walk its beaches!
The Doors…good choice. The blog looks nice.
Didn’t realize you were in the Navy. I knew about Iraq, obviously, and that you had quite a long career, but I never bothered to ask which branch you were in.
You were a Medical Officer, right?
Thanks Alex. It will grow with time, but it was getting to the point where, if I didn’t post it soon, I was never going to post anything. Yes I was in the Navy. The Marine Corps doesnt’ have its own medical department, and the Navy’s Medical Corps is extremely vast, so they just utilize it. I was a corpsman, and since around the turn of last century the Marine’s have used corpsman in there forward units, and with my training and deployments I was considered a battle field corpsman. If you have ever read or seen “Flags of Our Fathers,” I more or less had the same job as John Bradley (played by Ryan Phillippe), and was same rank coincidentally, except I did not have to storm the beaches of Iwo Jima, thank God! I have a review of your story prepared and need to get it e-mailed out to you. I also have a short 4 page story I would like you to look over when you get a chance.
great site. enjoyed reading. where is the pink?
Definitely, man. Send it my way. I’ve got two more short stories I’ve got to get polished, then a new one I thought of today that I’m going to write tomorrow. Very exciting how much output I’ve managed so far this summer…wasn’t sure I’d be motivated once I actually had a moment of free time. Work all day…write all night. I could stand to do that every day for the rest of my life, but I’m sure the girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate it. Hehe.
This girl on my “Author Blogs” list of links, Annie Bellet, and I have a pretty basic, productive system — one person sends a manuscript, and the other simply returns the favor by sending a reply with a story attached. It works really well.
I like your system, and Ifeel you on the productivity. I have been really happy with my writing, as far as production goes, and then this statistics class started and really cut into my writing time some. I’m still smashing out as much in the realm of short stories as I can, and have been working on a more ambitious story as well. It’s sort of science fiction as the whole plot revolves around a young girl who is extremely psychic.
Should have that story and review by this afternoon before I leave for work.