WOW!
I literally just read a section of a book that was, quite honestly, perfect. Letter bled into letter, forming words that strung themselves together into sentences, sentences that made way to paragraphs, paragraphs that conveyed a scene so well done, that I was stopped in my tracks, stopped in my tracks smiling as my eyes scanned more and more, give them more, please keep it going. The feeling I got was a sense of euphoria that can only come in moments like that, moments when I get lost in a book. Those moments touch my brain in a way that very few things can.
I have watched movies that left me with a sense of amplified creativity, much in the same vein as this euphoria I got from reading the passage in Skippy Dies. Television shows have done this as well, and they are usually the kinds of shows that are described as being critically acclaimed, but do not have the ratings to go on, and so they live short lives. It is the short lived ones that make me wonder if they would have had the impact if they had lived to fruition, or were they better off to have died when they did? All of these things get my brain going, get the creativity to pique, and this is what happened mere moments ago while reading.
The scene started as a question being asked, a seemingly innocent question, it then gets answered, but if you pay attention to the answer you start to pick up on the subtle way that you are being led into an actual experience, you are being led through the dark into the now, into the happenings as they are, and if you blinked, you didnt even know it. The seeming ease of this was fantastic, and I found myself on the other side of the darkness, running alongside the characters, seeing what they were doing as they were doing it, and loving every second of it.
I read a lot, something I learned to do early on, something my mom instilled in me and encouraged, something I will always do, something I love.
I read a fair amount of good books, I read some not so good ones, and I read some easy palate cleansers too, but every so often you find that one that just takes over, that makes itself the most apparent thing in your current realm of thinking. I took a step back from this passage and smiled, I was probably wide eyed as well. I took the step back and knew I had to run here and put my thoughts down, and share them with whoever decided to read them.
This is something I love about life, that no matter how much you live it, or dont for that matter, you will have moments like this. These moments can come in a large group of people, or they can come in a moment of seclusion, but the fact that they exist, that fact is what drives me forward, especially when you arent prepared for them. Some times you can have an idea of a moment, of a possible unfolding of events, of the mere existence of possibility. This will usually come about when planning a vacation, a nice get away, a meeting of people, or a reunion of old friends. These types of things usually will lead you to some kinds of state of being where youre reminded of living, reminded of what was, and spurred on to think of what can be. I love moments like that, but I love the unexpected even more.
I didnt know that I was going to come to this section of the book and forget everything around me, forget all the distractions I had going on, all the cares on my mind. For me in that moment, there was nothing but me and the book, me and the words, me and the characters. That scene was so well done that it made me want to do better, to inspire if I could.
I always tell myself that I want to write, that I want to delve into that world, but then I let something distract me for a moment or two, and I continue to dream and not do. I have to think that this is another moment of me doing what is right for me at the pace that is right for me. This is something I have always done in my life, and it has always worked out for me. There is no reason that this cannot be the same way, and as long as I am breathing, then I am in the right state to pursue this. I am slowly but surely finding my voice, finding the kind of pace I can write at, realizing that there will always be an audience that loves and hates your work. (Ill write for them both, and let them sort themselves out)
I dont feel that this is a pipe dream, I feel it is an attainable one. I do not know the manner of how it will manifest itself, and thats fine, thats part of the adventure, and I do love an adventure.
But why did I feel the need to write this blog entry? Well, its easy really, I was inspired by something that sat in front of me, and I know that I want to do the same for someone out there. Somewhere on this planet of ours, there is a person sitting unknowingly waiting for something I will create. This person, or people hopefully, has no idea that I have something in store for them, something that will touch their brain like only a few things can, something that will spur a reaction in them, something that will inspire them in some manner.
I know I have something inside me like that, and I hope that there are many somethings like that kicking around in my brain.
There has to be a reason I have spent a majority of my life thinking too much, over analyzing things, trying to find many meanings when there need only be one.
I know it cant just be my subconscious trying to drive me mad.
Right?
Nah, Im too sane for that, much, much too sane.
I think
I literally just read a section of a book that was, quite honestly, perfect. Letter bled into letter, forming words that strung themselves together into sentences, sentences that made way to paragraphs, paragraphs that conveyed a scene so well done, that I was stopped in my tracks, stopped in my tracks smiling as my eyes scanned more and more, give them more, please keep it going. The feeling I got was a sense of euphoria that can only come in moments like that, moments when I get lost in a book. Those moments touch my brain in a way that very few things can.
I have watched movies that left me with a sense of amplified creativity, much in the same vein as this euphoria I got from reading the passage in Skippy Dies. Television shows have done this as well, and they are usually the kinds of shows that are described as being critically acclaimed, but do not have the ratings to go on, and so they live short lives. It is the short lived ones that make me wonder if they would have had the impact if they had lived to fruition, or were they better off to have died when they did? All of these things get my brain going, get the creativity to pique, and this is what happened mere moments ago while reading.
The scene started as a question being asked, a seemingly innocent question, it then gets answered, but if you pay attention to the answer you start to pick up on the subtle way that you are being led into an actual experience, you are being led through the dark into the now, into the happenings as they are, and if you blinked, you didnt even know it. The seeming ease of this was fantastic, and I found myself on the other side of the darkness, running alongside the characters, seeing what they were doing as they were doing it, and loving every second of it.
I read a lot, something I learned to do early on, something my mom instilled in me and encouraged, something I will always do, something I love.
I read a fair amount of good books, I read some not so good ones, and I read some easy palate cleansers too, but every so often you find that one that just takes over, that makes itself the most apparent thing in your current realm of thinking. I took a step back from this passage and smiled, I was probably wide eyed as well. I took the step back and knew I had to run here and put my thoughts down, and share them with whoever decided to read them.
This is something I love about life, that no matter how much you live it, or dont for that matter, you will have moments like this. These moments can come in a large group of people, or they can come in a moment of seclusion, but the fact that they exist, that fact is what drives me forward, especially when you arent prepared for them. Some times you can have an idea of a moment, of a possible unfolding of events, of the mere existence of possibility. This will usually come about when planning a vacation, a nice get away, a meeting of people, or a reunion of old friends. These types of things usually will lead you to some kinds of state of being where youre reminded of living, reminded of what was, and spurred on to think of what can be. I love moments like that, but I love the unexpected even more.
I didnt know that I was going to come to this section of the book and forget everything around me, forget all the distractions I had going on, all the cares on my mind. For me in that moment, there was nothing but me and the book, me and the words, me and the characters. That scene was so well done that it made me want to do better, to inspire if I could.
I always tell myself that I want to write, that I want to delve into that world, but then I let something distract me for a moment or two, and I continue to dream and not do. I have to think that this is another moment of me doing what is right for me at the pace that is right for me. This is something I have always done in my life, and it has always worked out for me. There is no reason that this cannot be the same way, and as long as I am breathing, then I am in the right state to pursue this. I am slowly but surely finding my voice, finding the kind of pace I can write at, realizing that there will always be an audience that loves and hates your work. (Ill write for them both, and let them sort themselves out)
I dont feel that this is a pipe dream, I feel it is an attainable one. I do not know the manner of how it will manifest itself, and thats fine, thats part of the adventure, and I do love an adventure.
But why did I feel the need to write this blog entry? Well, its easy really, I was inspired by something that sat in front of me, and I know that I want to do the same for someone out there. Somewhere on this planet of ours, there is a person sitting unknowingly waiting for something I will create. This person, or people hopefully, has no idea that I have something in store for them, something that will touch their brain like only a few things can, something that will spur a reaction in them, something that will inspire them in some manner.
I know I have something inside me like that, and I hope that there are many somethings like that kicking around in my brain.
There has to be a reason I have spent a majority of my life thinking too much, over analyzing things, trying to find many meanings when there need only be one.
I know it cant just be my subconscious trying to drive me mad.
Right?
Nah, Im too sane for that, much, much too sane.
I think
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kas:
ah shucks, thanks mister 
melx:
You really should pursue writing. I often feel like I have an experience similar to the one that you describe when I read your journals. I just can never articulate how I feel as well as you do.