I think that every once in a while I’ll just open the flood gates on what’s on my mind and let it rip from there. Whatever I’m thinking is going to be written down. My own cheap form of therapy I suppose.
A co-worker approached me and said someone in the cafeteria was eating pork rinds and sardines…at 8 o’clock in the morning. I can only imagine what that man is going through emotionally.
I just finished writing The Forest Awaits which I have to say I’m pretty proud of. I don’t mean to toot my own horn or anything but TOOT TOOT haha…-my brain is a mess sometimes.
I finished watching The Umbrella Academy and I liked it but there were a couple of times where I didn’t know how to feel.
- Luther’s costume design or lack thereof left me wanting more. It just looked weird to me.
- Aidan Gallagher – 15 year-old who played #5…bravo. Great acting on his end.
- I enjoyed the story overall and it was an interesting watch.
- I like Robert Sheehan / Klaus both as an actor and a character. His smart mouth a quirk, thumbs up.
We’re installing light grey wood like floors this weekend in the master bedroom and living room. Hope all goes well with that. My dad and brother are coming to help. Thumbs up on that front since I haven’t seen Leo (my broseph) in a while.
I have car parts piling up for my civic SI build but I want to get a couple more things before I dive in and fix it all up before painting.
Sometimes I feel like no matter how much I do, how much I take on, it’s never enough. I keep in search of something to fill the void, the next hobby, the next book, the next project, the next car, the next anything. Speaking separately from my love life and my son, because they keep me grounded and they keep me waking up another day, the thing I’ve noticed that passionately fills that emptiness is writing.
I love the days were everything lines up and the words are just flowing out. Nothing else but the story I am writing in front of me. I love not knowing where the story is going to take me. I start with a basic idea and it just grows and takes on a life of its own from there. The last short story I wrote, The Forest Awaits, started off with one thing in mind then I added to that idea. Next thing I know it grew into something else and by the end of the book I sat back and had written a completely different book than when I started.
It’s Tuesday. I don’t get to see my son today. The days that we’re apart always seem a little darker.
Depending on how I feel next week I might just start a weekly brain dump post and categorize it as either “Brain Dump”, Thought Vomit” or “Self Therapy”.