I spent four hours with my family today. My cousin’s little girl just turned one year–and we all gathered in Denver. It’s nice when this time of year rolls around. I get to see my family so often. Thanksgiving. Birthdays. Christmas. New Years. It’s great. It’s exhausting but it’s nice to keep up with everybody. There are suddenly so many young children in my family. I can’t help but wonder when I will have the young child at the party.
This evening needs to be spent on two things. I need to write my 1,000 words. I also want to start reading “The Road” by Cormac McCarthy. So, before I go, I am going to leave you with one of the better poems from my early teenage years.
After the long work week, I am caught up on sleep. I spent last night caught up in a fascinating (and disturbing conversation with one of my closest friends. We spent more than an hour talking about what we would do if we were eccentric billionaires. Are basic conclusion would be that neither of us should ever come into money because we would use it to create strange social experiments.
I failed to write–yet again–last night. I need to start forcing myself. With only 44 days until I leave for the Peace Corps, my time is short. I want to finish the rough draft of what I am working on before I leave. That means a 1,000 word daily minimum is necessary. I will start this evening. I get back from Denver in the afternoon and have plenty of free time after that. I need to force myself to make this happen. Here is another poem from my 14-year old self:
I spent the last four days in a Elementary School Severe Special Education classroom here in Greeley, Colorado. It was exhausting but amazing. It looks like I’ll be holding onto the same assignment for at least part of next week. For now, however, the work wee is officially over. It’s long overdue. I am sore and quite tired. I will sleep well tonight. But, before then, I have some writing to do–and a fun weekend planned.
I am going to work on the remodel a little bit then write for a little bit. As promised, I am going to continue providing you with poems from my teenage year. This one is from the end of 2003. Most of my angsty poems will be from 2004. Most of them are rather simple, but they are still enjoyable. Here you go:
This always happens. Every time I think of something cool that could spice up my blog, I end up biting off far more than I can chew. It doesn’t matter. It will be well worth the effort. I am redoing the site by time rather than by type of writing. It seems to be a better way to present myself and my writing This way, when you read poetry from my teenage years, you’ll better understand why it is angsty. It’s also the best way i can think of that shows how my craft has improved over time.
If you are looking to read any of my work, I would recommend looking through blog updates for now. The navigation bar is going to be pretty much useless until I finish my work–which will likely take at least a week. As I prepare the new website, I will be updating once or twice a day with old poems and stories. Here is one of the oldest poems I wrote. I was 14 at the time–just finishing up my first semester as a freshmen in my small high school.
I know I told you guys that I would be updating old poems last night. I intended to make good on that promise…then I passed out at 8:00 pm. I’ve had a couple of exhausting days in an elementary school special education classroom. It was so bad that my eyes started to grow tired as I tried to finish the book I am reading– 11/22/63 by Stephen King. By the way, this is not one of King’s better books.
I will update a couple of poems over the next hour (and work on the redesign). Until then, I want to direct you to a poem I think many of you will enjoy. I wrote it last semester while substitute teaching in a elementary art classroom. Eavesdropping on my students is one of my favorite past-times. Enjoy.
For the first time in quite awhile, I am writing again with a great level of consistency. Along with this comes the concern of disclosing what I am writing. It’s difficult to talk about what you are writing about without losing the excitement. So, in the meantime, I think I am going to work on re-organizing the website so that it can include older works.
I started writing 9 years ago–at the age of 14. It started with romantic poetry. It developed into flash fiction. That quickly turned into short stories. By the time I was 20, I had written my first novel. The thing is, I don’t have many of my older writings here. They may not be as good, but I love the idea of presenting them as a way of seeing my progress. I will likely start updating them this evening.
It will take awhile. In the meantime, check out an old Sci-Fi Short story. A recent discussion with a lovely girl reminded me of it. I think you will love it.
31 years after the conclusion of America’s Second Revolution, those involved in the events release “The Stagner Chronicle.” This oral history documents a drastically different history from the one set in the history books. While living in a dystopian America, three young men and women accidently spark a revolution. When they are declared enemies of the state, the trio must avoid capture or risk being thrown in an underground prison-known as a Black Site. Meanwhile, The Revolution gains some real traction.
And, with the strong of a key, the final draft of “The Stagner Chronicle” is complete. I’m so glad to be done and get it out for everyone to see. I am going to order a copy today via Lulu.com to make sure the formatting is alright. If it comes back clean, I will open the book for public sale and link it.
I’ve taken an extended break from writing the last couple weeks. Now, as my world settles down, I am back to work. I am preparing a new fiction story that I will likely write into a novel…simply because I need a creative outlet. I hate it when I finish writing novels. It’s like being part of a play and then realizing you have nothing to do after closing night. Luckily, I’m in control of my own writing and I have plenty of ideas that I’d like to transform into words.
I’m also slowly working away on the final draft of The Stagner Chronicle. I will likely have copies available to general public in October through Lulu.com. I’ll keep you updated as I make some progress. I’m about a quarter of a way through my final read and it is still pretty clean. I can’t wait to get it out to you guys.