Journey of 1000 Miles

Personal Thought

In my humble opinion there are two kinds of people in the world. There are those that read and those that write. One cannot survive without the other.

The more we can encourage and challenge our opposite, the better we become.


Death of Nostalgia

I remember when I had no worries. The cares of a child from my day revolved around when dinner was while trying not to get cavities in the meantime. The world outside of the TV was a safe place. Ignorance was bliss and I was a blissful, pudgy kid. My friends only amounted to a handful at best and we spent our time playing guns (when that wasn’t judged, misjudged or looked at with trepidation), trading basketball/baseball cards and looking for mischief. Today, I wonder if that kind of innocence exists?

The internet has connected all of us but has it also made our children grow up faster? They are given information (truthful or not) within seconds. Elders have been pushed aside for a Google search and respect amounts to what social media is trending.

Sincerity is rare and nostalgia is a word seldom used or ever known how to spell without auto-correct. Don’t misunderstand me, I love technology and geek out to every new and upcoming thing, but there are days or thoughts of days when I want it all to go back. I want the internet to sleep for a week, for cable TV to hibernate one summer and social interaction to rely on calling (not texting) a friend to get together and do something.

It can all start up again, but I want to wash the dirt out of the gutters of the world before they clog the drains and flood us all. Maybe that will only exist in a novel and if that’s the case, I will gladly write it.

Am I crazy for wanting such things?

Mind Blown, Scategories

This is Stupid

The title is my DISCLAIMER. You’ve been warned.

So, in some rambling derailment of thought I began thinking of the future. I saw the question posed on another blogger’s site dealing with time travel and that of course gets my thinkerbox racing. I (for reasons unbeknownst to me) started thinking of email versus traditional mail. Will the envelope and stamp get replaced like the check almost has? If that’s the case, what will the postmen do?

Even better, what if the end of traditional mail was foreseen and before we could have a preference of emails (Google, Yahoo, Outlook, AOL), the government regulated them through digital postage stamps? Like you could pay a subscription and send emails throughout the year. Then postmen who are out of the job could actually be moved over to the police force or fire department?

I warned you, this may be redonkulously stupid. But, I already did my Spotlight yesterday and thought about chucking out a what if…

Journey of 1000 Miles

Oh, You Muth Have a Lot of Beeths

No, it’s not misspelled. Say it out loud to yourself. That’s right, we are resurfacing a recent topic of bees. In this setting, you now have bee stings all in your mouth, causing your tongue to swell and now you have a lisp. Why is that? You opened the suitcase full of bees and like the godless creature they are, they have stung you, taking away your voice. I told you not to, but you had to peek in there. Well, that’s okay. In future posts, I shall be referring to bees as the necessary little bastards that they are. They are the thoughts making us question ourselves, the critics who judge our work, and the non-fans who give it value.

At some point, in any profession or waypoint in our lives, we will begin to let self-doubt take hold. The question, is it good enough will never equate to am I good enough so never allow those two items to mix. It’s like crossing the streams from Ghostbusters. There will always come a time when you look down at the things you’ve created and want to crumple them up and throw them away. You may even look for that one opinion saying it’s crap, just so you can feel vindicated. Whereas it might seem bad, criticism is necessary. Like letting your child make mistakes to learn from, we have to accept the good and the bad.

If you can name one writer that everyone loves, please tell me. Everyone will dislike someone’s everything at some point. Sorry to pop your bubble of 100% awesomeness, but it’s true. As writers and authors, we are gardening constantly. We till the dirt of our imagination to plant a seed that hopefully grows into a blossoming idea and one day a story. Those that don’t are mulched up into the imaginarium earth again to fertilize the next crop. There will be weeds that spring up along the way, it happens. Weeds are the comments or actions by yourself or others sucking the life out of your thoughts, hoping you’ll stop and let them germinate. Don’t allow them to take root around your ideas. Pull those suckers out and move on.

Now, you know what happens when your garden begins to bud and the flowers start to bloom? Yes, those unholy flying savages, bees come into the picture. The trick (so I’ve been expressively told) is to remain calm and let them work. They will fly from blossom to blossom and help your garden of ideas grow. If you panic or run or stupidly attack them, they will retaliate and sting you. Let them do their thing so they can leave.

To clarify, I am speaking of opinion, not self-doubt. That is far different. So, when I tell you not to open the suitcase full of bees, it’s because someone put a swarm of those little assholes in a suitcase. Leave them there. Bees around your garden are different. They are the critics (professionally and unprofessionally) that come along to show you what kind of audience your work does not appeal to, what you could do differently or better. They voice their opinion and believe it or not, that helps. It’s still a voice, giving you notice and that will cause someone else to see what they’re talking about and give their opinion and so on.

The more your garden grows, the more bees you’ll have and need. So, while you looked in the suitcase like an idiot, you can stroll by someone else’s garden and take notice with your swollen tongue and say, “Oh, you have loth of flowerth, you muth have a lot of beeth.”

And if you’re curious about the first bee story and don’t want to click too much, here’s your lazy button < click here >