I Like Words.

We all know how powerful words are:

“Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can paralyze my soul”

I kinda improvised the last part.

You can use words as a weapon or a tool.

They can uplift someone or break them down.

Now that we go that out of the way lets continue onto my ramble. 

Writing Songs

I love music. Worship. Indie. Alternative. Singer-song writer. Country. Even some pop. Barely any rap.

It can transcend you. Change your mood. Or help you express your feelings. Writing songs have become so therapeutic for me.

I have been writing songs for a long time now but now I am writing them all in my journal and documenting their existence. 

The never ending writing process…

So I am writing a TV show- or at least outlining it. I am also writing a book- although that has been on hiatus for three months now. Whoops. I moved on.

This is what I mean. It never ends because I always hit a road block, lose inspiration, or gain it for something else. It isn’t that I don’t like the idea anymore it is just once I have lost my groove it is hard to get it back. It may take a week or a month or maybe years. 

I haven’t blogged in almost a month

Why haven’t I blogged? Honestly it is because I have been doing other things. Whether that is going on adventures, editing videos, or writing outlines for my TV show/book ideas.

I just haven’t found the inspiration because I was so inspired by other things. I am a terrible multi-tasker. I will however have five projects or more unfinished at a time. But you better believe that if I am working on that one thing it is the only thing I am working on. At least for that period of time.

When Your Whole Blog Post Gets Deleted.

I had this whole thing about traveling alone and the tips I learned. It was short and sweet and to the point. And then it all got deleted. Gone- just like that.

It sucks when your work is just no longer there. It was there one minute and then a glitch just made is disappear. No draft saved or anything.

I want to do this whole blog thing because I love to write and get my thoughts out. It would only make sense that I share that with the world. Or more like the three people that actually read it. 

If I could write…

I have started writing again for the first time in a long time. Like actually writing. Something with a purpose and with direction. I don’t give up after a while. My goal is to let this story take its course, going for the long haul.

The thing is I don’t know if my story is even any good. I like how unique and intriguing my story is but what if I don’t develop it well, making it too cliche or boring. It could not have enough detail or terrible structure. I am actually really excited about it but am afraid that all of this work will turn up for nothing. 

The Truth About Writing & What Writing Is to Me

Everyone lies about writing. They lie about how easy it is or how hard it was. They perpetuate a romantic idea that writing is some beautiful experience that takes place in an architectural room filled with leather novels and chai tea. They talk about their ‘morning ritual’ and how they ‘dress for writing’ and the cabin in Big Sur where they go to ‘be alone’—blah blah blah. No one tells the truth about writing a book. Authors pretend their stories were always shiny and perfect and just waiting to be written. The truth is, writing is this: hard and boring and occasionally great but usually not. Even I have lied about writing. I have told people that writing this book has been like brushing away dirt from a fossil. What a load of shit. It has been like hacking away at a freezer with a screwdriver.