Those that are Dearest to us.

It’s Sunday, February 24, 2013, and I haven’t posted a blog since…well, the last time. So here it is! This weekend has been totally crazy with time. A friend of mine and his wife got themselves a house and my wife and I went to go help with some moving. It took a while but it was worth it. Spending time with a friend, reliving your past with some stories, all the while carrying some heavy boxes; that’s always fun.

Why in the world am I creating a blog about helping my friend move when I should be creating one about “Within”? I’ll tell you why and it’s something that’s uncommon knowledge to some of those that are close to me. Sometimes when a writer writes (not sure with all writers but for me, I do this) they use experiences from their past, change it, and morph it into scenarios that fit their characters.

This buddy of mine has had a tremendous effect on my life, so much, that I have based an entire character around him. He doesn’t know that (unless he reads this blog) and when the book is released, our stories that we relive and tell to each other, will be shared among the readers. It makes me feel good to say that there’s people out there that makes a difference in our everyday lives.

Perhaps it’s a cashier that you see every morning when you buy your coffee. Maybe it could be your wife or husband whom helps you through those tough times in when you feel like you just can’t go on. It could even be your brother or sister who picked on you and teased you throughout your childhood.

Everyone out there has a story, everyone, but how does it affect you?

Older & Wiser

Today is my birthday. I know, I know, happy birthday to me, right. Another year older and another year wiser, they say. Who says? I don’t know for certain but I will tell you this. Every day we may not see ourselves changing but if you go over your life, you know all too well that you have. I have as well and I want to go on how I’ve changed as a writer.

At first, “first” as in back in the 90’s, I didn’t care to be published. I wanted to write for the joy of writing. I wrote all kinds of things that have been lost throughout time. From poems, epitaphs, short-stories, to little greetings cards; you name it, I pretty much done it. I may not have been the best but it was an enjoyable time for writing.

Somewhere along those lines, I lost a number of things. I lost journals, poems, letters, and my first book that is now to this day titled, “Within”. Losing these things, I gave up on it, for years. I adapted, changed, and never thought I would start writing again. As you can see, that didn’t last forever.

Certain moments in your life can cause one to do all sorts of things. For me, I would have to say it was a combination of people, certain books that I’ve read, and the extensive amount of work that goes into writing directions and rules for other individuals/groups/companies. Going back over and over to correct those works I realized, “If I can do this now, why not do it for myself?” Hence, I picked up the pencil once again, but this time it was for my own purposes.

A year or so passed, my old book resurfaced in my mind and I brought forth all that I could remember. Now, I was told that “writing” is the hard part, I beg to differ. For me, I could write and write, telling the story from a variety of other character’s perspective. It’s like the story hasn’t stopped in my mind and I’m not sure when the river of creativity will cease on this one series, so until then, I’ll let it flow.

So with age, my creativity has changed, my style has changed, but most of all, I’ve gained patience. Going over what I already have done years ago, I realize now my errors that I couldn’t see then. I guess that’s the “wiser” part that they were talking about.

So to everyone out there, it can get better with time, but you have to work for it.