::waiting room::
it's sunday morning and i realize that the weekend is almost over. i've been living for the weekends lately. that savored time between friday night & monday morning. and the weeks have been flying by with mighty speed.
i've been blogging more. i suppose it's in some magic hope i hold in becoming the next "blog of note" on blogger. however nice, there's some added pressure to perform with such commendation. and, frankly, i've watched many blogs go down the drain on a fast and slippery path with the weight of such responsiblity. not to mention that one would-be andy kaufman blog. clever, but the weight of rude commenters sort of outweighed the creator's flare for fun & satire. so the flame flickered and died. sadness wanes in lieu of the dreams of a creative writer whose efforts were swifly pummelled into oblivion.
i suppose all of us are looking for our 15 minutes and i figure now is as good a time as any. and i've been welcoming all sorts of challenges into my life lately, notwithstanding my recent college-bound endeavors. it would be nice to be discovered. it would be nice to get more feedback. it would be nice to find a job where i could be paid to write about stuff. but, that is what the goal of furthering my education is. yes, mom, i still know how to utilize the shift button and make capital letters. artistic license aside, most of my sentence stucture is proper and my choice of words is apt. i try to paint a picture which will allow the reader to feel my emotion. and, sometimes it really works. other times, i put my heart into a piece, wait for days for some input, and then pick up my writing again in disappointment: i didn't touch the reader. i wasn't able to make a connection that might in the least relate the least bit of a reaction. *sigh* am i confusing you with the "curious thought?" link? that's the comments, people! please, write to me! even to say "john here. interesting piece. i don't really like bjork, though. no matter how impassioned you feel about her album, she's just too weird for me." i'm really ok with that.
(half-laughing) so there you have it. i'm here on a sunday. waiting, and wanting, to hear from You, the Reader. Hit me with your best shot. Fire away.
i've been blogging more. i suppose it's in some magic hope i hold in becoming the next "blog of note" on blogger. however nice, there's some added pressure to perform with such commendation. and, frankly, i've watched many blogs go down the drain on a fast and slippery path with the weight of such responsiblity. not to mention that one would-be andy kaufman blog. clever, but the weight of rude commenters sort of outweighed the creator's flare for fun & satire. so the flame flickered and died. sadness wanes in lieu of the dreams of a creative writer whose efforts were swifly pummelled into oblivion.
i suppose all of us are looking for our 15 minutes and i figure now is as good a time as any. and i've been welcoming all sorts of challenges into my life lately, notwithstanding my recent college-bound endeavors. it would be nice to be discovered. it would be nice to get more feedback. it would be nice to find a job where i could be paid to write about stuff. but, that is what the goal of furthering my education is. yes, mom, i still know how to utilize the shift button and make capital letters. artistic license aside, most of my sentence stucture is proper and my choice of words is apt. i try to paint a picture which will allow the reader to feel my emotion. and, sometimes it really works. other times, i put my heart into a piece, wait for days for some input, and then pick up my writing again in disappointment: i didn't touch the reader. i wasn't able to make a connection that might in the least relate the least bit of a reaction. *sigh* am i confusing you with the "curious thought?" link? that's the comments, people! please, write to me! even to say "john here. interesting piece. i don't really like bjork, though. no matter how impassioned you feel about her album, she's just too weird for me." i'm really ok with that.
(half-laughing) so there you have it. i'm here on a sunday. waiting, and wanting, to hear from You, the Reader. Hit me with your best shot. Fire away.
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