From the hip

I had no real plans to just throw out random thoughts here, however, that's what I'm in the mood for and this is my blog. There also needs to be an exception to define the rule, eh? I was looking through some of my old scribblings, and found a bit of a trend I was not real happy about. Two, oh let's call them entries, from about 4 years apart where basically the same rant. The gist of it was this: I need to get my life in order-I have the desire to create things and a little bit of talent but no place to work. My house is too small and I have no garage. (The things I want to create are typically the type of things you would create in a shop or garage/car hole)
Complaints about lack of funds, lack of organization, being overwhelmed with things to do and not much of a way to get them done. The fact that this occurred twice in a few years is not surprising, this has been a recurring theme in my life as long as I can remember. The surprising theme is that the things are still there. I still have no garage, my house is smaller than most apartments and wicked cluttered, I get so overwhelmed that I border on having anxiety attacks. The writings I found are also completely negative. I do not like to be around people who constatnly complain or are generally negative. That being said, even though I wrote the same thing twice, by going back and reading them I learned I need to be a little more- no much more- positive about things. Maybe then I can actually do something. These complaints aren't really anything to complain about, anyway. Hell, I have a house. Dr. Phil would probably slap me.
The complaints aren't really the issue, though. The problems lie in dealing with things. What to do when a problem arises. I used to have a boss who told us we had to attack a problem when we were faced with it. Jump in with both feet and solve the problem. Well, maybe I'll think about it for awhile and then come up with a list of solutions. I could write down on a piece of paper all the reasons not to do it, and why it would suck to do it. Perhaps a blog entry on the pros and cons of writing things down and having duplicate entries. I need to go do something.

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So you want to be a blog star?

By definition, a Blog is a weblog. The web being World Wide Web, and log, as in the recorded progress of an undertaking. Historically weblogs log webpages or lists links for reference by other users. This ain’t that, and it ain’t a history of the weblog either. So, before we go any further this little webpage made with Blogger is just that, my free web page.
I have wanted to write some essays to better my writing skills and get a handle on organizing the rambling mess that is my conscious mind. I considered sitting down and writing on the computer. I considered sitting down and writing at a desk with pencil and paper. I have a myriad of excuses as to why that never happened. I did jot some things down, mostly fiction, and some of them may come to life here sooner or later. After a particularly harrowing day at work last week, I had thoughts of creating a ‘zine. Yeah that’ll happen. Write, edit, copy, construct, bind, mail….nope, never in a million years. I love the idea of a neat little paper thing that shows up in the mail with interesting writing and cool insight. It’ll never happen. I really like paper, I have books on bookbinding, I actually know who Dard Hunter was, but with my scattered brain and lack of free time (this may become another essay) I can’t pull this off. While doing research about starting a ‘zine the blog thing slapped me in the face. Hey, lots of people with nothing to say are saying it all over the web, and thanks to Blogger (and Google’s deep pockets), they can do it for free! So, why is this better than a pencil and paper? Why am I writing with this device, as opposed to, just typing essays and handing them to people? Hell, I don’t know. Perhaps it’s the idea that someone will read and appreciate them outside the small circle of people who know me.
As of this writing, my plan is for this to be a place to post my writings. Essays and the occasional bad short story will be here and perhaps an announcement if I see something of interest. What this will not be is a rambling description of my life with references to people no one knows but me. - “Went out last night with Eugene and got sooooooo…. Drunk, and Leslie you bitch don’t ever call me again, you suck” Yeah, there’s plenty of that to go around so I need not add fuel to that fire. I may or may not entertain you, dear reader, and I very well may bore you but I’ll try to be original and not suck too bad.

Well, here I go.

My first foray into web pulishing, sort of. I've been looking for something lately and perhaps this is a means to that end. I certainly dont need another activity to occupy my time, however I constantly feel the need to create. I have many different ways I like to create but I get bored easliy and need a circle of distractions to move through. I may talk about those preoccupations here and I may not. I'm not sure where this will go. I dont even know if anyone will see this.
Rock on.