A Documentary About Me?

ya...no joke. more to come...

Writing? (Ugh,...complain, complain)

Writing is so difficult for me, yet I'm always complimented for it. So, why do I stress? Why do I fret when writing any sort of creative work? You really should not! I mean, creativity is all about throwing colors here and there, putting nouns and verbs, pronouns and that ever elusive predicate (something I still don't know enough about) all in the places that you need. I've even read books about grammar. Grammar books that, like one, became a bestseller in Britain. Of course, a book about English grammar in Britain is much like a book about baseball in America. Nevertheless, I struggle and struggle with writing every sentence. I write, then I delete, then I write again. Rinse and repeat. After I'm done with this, I pull my hair out for awhile, then try to get a drink as the speech recognition program I use, has me talking like Joe Cocker. And then, in the midst, something interesting happens. When I finally open the doors and let everything flow through, air, trees, water, and whatever else into my mind, something cool happens. But as I was reading recently, success is a journey, not... something else. I cannot quite remember as I don't remember much from what I read. My comprehension has always been bad. Probably the reason I cheated off the redhead next to me in English nearly always. She would read, I would copy.... well, I wouldn't totally copy. I would add my own little flair. Nevertheless, it was cheating. What a little cheater I was! Although, I'm sure laziness was also part of it. I once took a report about Hiroshima from a friend of mine; he got a C+ and I turned it into an A+... again, with flair. Flair seems to = A+. He was frustrated that I got a better grade, but oh well. Now, enough of my cheating and back to my wondrous life as a award-winning screenwriter. I'm not there yet. No hot models and actresses hanging off of me yet. I wish.

from my facebook blog...

People have been asking me how my life has been going and what has been getting me down. It has been a bit of trouble. With back pain, nerve pain, neck pain... (five minutes later)... and the toenail that bugs me, it is hard NOT becoming depressed. I'm stuck in bed all the time these days until I heal up and get up occasionally for about two hours segments. This is infrequent and typically happens once every couple of days. It's not the life I wished to find, far from it. But as with any sort of artistry, life is a process of discovery, not photocopying. You put in some hard work here, some lackadaisical work there and pay no attention to other areas; somewhere in the midst, colors mix and you discover yourself or watch your shape form. Let the metaphor fly any which direction you wish. At this point, I have no answers, only the life I live (now I'm paraphrasing CS Lewis).. I thank everyone for their prayers and passions they've expressed for my own life. Sometimes I think the prayers don't do any good, but then... the colors mix and something new is created. Naturally, this is not every time! Prayers are not always solved or answered. It's much like my task list in Outlook; I have so many tasks in there, but only a small portion have been satisfied. Most of which are half finished or not even started. Some tasks are in there and I have NO intention of completing them; I know you did this too, so no judging. I'm thinking God's task list looks about the same. As for my health, I seem to be getting better, though not with the jumps and strides of some super technology in a sci-fi feature. I love those movies! They solve the problems we have every day in 45 minutes. Star Trek does it all the time and to such perfection. Can Dr. McCoy do any wrong? "Bones! AIDS needs a cure!", and "Bones! We have a cancer problem over here! "Dammit Jim! I'm a doctor not a... nevermind. I'm on it."