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About Writing My Story

So it’s been a month solid that I’ve been sleeping outside. Every day is a lesson in teaching myself what it means to have a routine. Starting from the bare-bones of it all, it’s hard to see where the tasks start sometimes. Dreaming up the big picture was easy. However, it didn’t take long to put it out on paper and start taking notes of the days and planning it all out. Creating a schedule is a key component to this abrupt lifestyle. And I say “abrupt” because not that long ago, there were responsibilities that were already laid out which was easy to do and accomplish. Here, that is a totally different story.

I am the master of my destiny and my garden.

Waking up everyday has been quite difficult because of an apparent insomnia caused by the rigid cold of this valley. With a creek on one side and a river on the other, the causal drafts of wind bring the chill of winter with it. So, I tend to stay up as late as I can to force myself into tiredness. And I suppose being alone at night encourages this behaviour.

In a matter of a couple of weeks, we will have achieved getting into the actual residence of the place and will have started our garden. Today (2.1.17) it starts actually. It’s really cold right now, and the place where I am currently typing has no front door and my hands are freezing. But I type nonetheless. Without music and a tiny heater. I have music, Dear Reader, but there is something about this silence that makes me write. Perhaps the sound of my pressing of each key. Kind of makes me feel more authentic.

I’ve been writing my story that I’ve been working on, but mostly just editing. There is a fair deal of work that still needs to be done as to why I’m writing it in the first place. At first, I suppose that it was just a quick free-write that turned out to be a whole idea, but then I got to thinking: What is the message? In which the writer’s block ensued. So for now, I’m going back and tweaking parts here and there. Which suffices my need to occupy my time when I’m not doing garden activities.

On my third cup of coffee, the existential questions start flooding in and I wonder if the plot of the story is worth it? In hindsight, I think it’s as generic as can be. The type of generic plot that would be referenced in a B-film. Which is why I’m thinking so hard about what it is that I can do to try and make it my own flavour.

Dialogue will almost always be a crucial part in any story. And I feel like that has always come naturally to me. It’s all those tiny spaces between, where all the details should connect, that get to me. Continuity is both an enemy and a friend. So it helps to go over everything a billion times. As of right now, to be honest to myself, it is being drawn out to the point that something in the story needs to change. A disaster or a miracle needs to happen.

Perhaps which is the reason I have said writer’s block.

The need to find a muse actually haunts me. To the point where I feel like I’m in the book Haunted: by Chuck Palahnuik. The only thing that I’m missing is a front door to lock me in. And I suppose that all this time I’ve spent trying to follow my own path has led me here. In retrospect, this is everything that I’ve wanted. Such is the life of a Steppenwolfe.

Now, trying to force myself to write is something I’ve learned to avoid. The story becomes like an instrument out of tune. The basics are there, but there is no life or love in it. No inspiration that could be bequeathed to the reader. Essentially missing the target. Trying to attain that spark that started it all in the first place is also challenging and I hope to find that spark once again in the garden. (Where I have a lot of my ideas!)

Getting my head back on straight is taking a bit longer than I had expected, but that is life I suppose. Trying to lose my mind in books helps, albeit I am using them as sedatives to help me fall asleep. The only real thing left to do is start from the beginning, bare-bones as I have said before, and remember that everything starts somewhere. The natural order of things come to pass whether we are ready for them or not. And some of us are more ready then others.

Even though I struggle to get a grip sometimes, it is my duty to learn as much as I can and document it for the future. At least that is something positive I can leave with the world once I am gone. Thank you Dear Reader for your time.


Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón (Book Review)

One of the most romantic books I have ever read. While reading, I couldn’t help but to fall in love with the characters myself. Their strange mannerisms. The way the went about their lives in their own peculiar fashion and how they were constantly entangled within the story. There was no shortage of excitement, anxiety, mystery, and most importantly true love.

Following the main protagonist, Daniel Sempere, I found that his thirst for truth and knowledge, I found myself in a place called “The Cemetery of Forgotten Books”. A labyrinth of books waiting to one day be opened. Not a lot of people know about this place, but Daniel and his father fortunately own and work a book store. So I assumed that they just had the right connections.

Shadow of the Wind, a novel written by Julian Carax(in the story) is being hunted down along with his other works and being destroyed. Burned, shredded, etc. Daniel, with all the courage he can muster, tries to keep the last copy of the book safe from the ominous and mysterious person trying to destroy it and a crooked policeman.

As a bad guy, the policeman fit the mold pretty well. He was as crooked as a witch’s nose and was extremely violent. It seemed to me that he left pools of blood in his wake. Whenever someone in the town talked about him, it was never anything pleasant.

Throughout the story, I can honestly say that it never ceased to catch my attention. Almost as if the author wanted to entice me, writing in such a way that held me in anxious wonder about what could possibly happen on the next page. The writing style itself was key component in my enjoyment of this book. Casual and easy to envision with the right amount of descriptive context.

This read was one that I really enjoyed, and I plan on reading it again in the near future.

Thank You, Dear Reader, for your time.

P.S. I have another book review coming up soon. “Beautiful You” by Chuck Palahniuk.


Dear Reader, I have said this many-a-time before, but this time I’m serious. I want to rekindle my writing regimens that I had long forgotten. It has been some time since the  that I actually took my writing serious. And I have always aspired to become a published author. However, due to life circumstances, I have been unable to do so. It has been very challenging these last couple of years.

Either because I didn’t have the resources, or because of my situation with living and expenses.

Now, I feel as if I am in the perfect place to get it done. Now, I know that it can be done if I just put as much effort into it as I put into complaining over the internet. I know that this blog has been in a flux of different moods, from actual information gathering and research to blog posts about my current state of mind(which wasn’t very happy…)

This is a brief post, and I will say this: There is a lot of work ahead of me and I plan on making something out of it.

Timeline By Michael Crichton (Book Review)

We all know Crichton from the Lost World series. But I had no idea that his other books could be so entrancing. I was recommended and loaned this novel by a good friend of mine who really knows my tastes in fiction. And it was a great read to say the least. The main theme, as you can imagine is about traveling through time. The protagonists in this book are students of science and archaeology. After being on a dig site that they have been studying for quite some time, and believe that they know everything about this medieval place stuck in time, they find themselves in a whole new world.

After meeting a capitalist mogul of technology, they traverse space and time itself.

Going back to the time of plague and every day(more like moments) of violence and archaic modes of thinking. The group who is there on a mission to save their professor are captivated and more or less captive to their environment because of a mishap that happens as soon as they go back in time. The means of their travel had been compromised. So, being stuck back in time they are left to their own devices.

The story is told in a very smooth style that is never hard to follow. When reading it, you could put the book down for a couple of days, pick it back up, and be transferred back to the feelings and sentiments of the author as if you had never left. The description of the surroundings and many different environments can be seen with the minds eye in perfect detail as Crichton takes you along this voyage of knights in shining armour and malevolent maidens.

The plot is filled with many twists and turns that are always exciting with down-time few and far between. Once the story gets going, it’s a novel that’s not easy to put down. There’s always a sense of adventure. If you’re into that, this book is something that you’d be able to read on a long train or plane ride.

Thanks, Dear Reader for you time. And I hope that if you pick this book up you’ll love it as much as I did.

The Stars My Destination (A Book Review)

This title was nothing I expected. But what could honestly be expected from a sci-fi action book.

We find Gulliver Foyle, a revenge driven and very primitive beast stuck aboard the ship Nomad for six months. Barely scraping by with rations in a practically oxygenless cabin within the wreckage.

In a last ditch effort whilst the ship “Vorga” from the same quadrant passed by, Gully uses a flare to signal his distress. However the ship passes him by. Which triggers in him a hate that will only be satiated by destroying whomever gave the order to leave him to rot.

Through some miracle and ingenuity he lands on an asteroid inhabited by people with unusual practices and customs. He is immediately Wed. Being that the asteroid was made of crashed ships though, he was able to get off by assembling together some parts.

My favourite thing about this book is what they call “jaunting”. Which is basically teleporting. Pretty much everyone in the universe knows how to do it, and all occupations are built around that fact. However, people’s abilities vary in distance. So depending on how far you can jaunt dictates the types of jobs you can do.

Throughout the entire book, Gully is driven to find out who it was that gave the order to leave him stranded.

Jam-packed with adventure, this novel was fun to read to say the least. The gradual progression of character development was something that really tied everything in. Ending in a Siddhartha-esque portrayal of self awareness and personal enlightenment.
Alfred Bester is not an author I am really familiar with, although now I’m interested in reading his other works. And from my understanding he was the one who created the “code” for the Green Lantern which is pretty cool in itself.

Now I am reading “Heavan and Hell” by Aldous Huxley, which is his guide to visionary experience. It is short, but I know it will be sweet.

Thank You, Dear Reader, for your time. If you ever get the chance, read this book!

“Oh, Brave New World” (Book Review)

I’ve just completed Aldous Huxley’s novel Brave New World. To be honest, I wasn’t at all surprised with the ending. Which was riddled with sex and violence. I do believe John to have been a Steppenwolf. Completely separate, yet so arguably entrapped within social encounters. Wanting so bad for understanding whilst never once being understood.

As I have stated, the ending was not surprising.

Other then my personal intimations of sentiments I may have felt while I was reading, I begin to try and stack the metaphors and analogies. (As if they could be placed one on top of the other!) Seeing the many similarities between Huxley’s world and my current one. And maybe it was a premonition of some kind, but there is the utmost symmetry between my most recent post and the end of this Book. Perhaps, maybe, I am not the only one who has ever felt this way. Or perhaps, the way that I feel about some things is seen within all the connections that I choose to make.

Finding the synchronicity in life’s ever beating drum.

At any rate, I will say that Brave New World is a testimony of what may happen when a person becomes enlightened and only seeks truth and beauty only to be met with a reality of intolerance and the indoctrination to carry out that intolerance. Treated as some kind of malfunction or defect on the community.

So, no, the end does not surprise me. I don’t want to give to much away.

Most of what is being depicted, is a world of lavish living where everything is automated and “pain is a delusion” (as one Alpha Male said before he was chased away with a whip.) A paradise of drugs and orgies. Beautiful woman and handsome men. Cookie cutter perfect. Like all those nice and neat homes in the suburbs. Trimmed and taut with never a blemish on their fair skin. Until a certain Steppenwolf comes along, The Savage. Even with the birth name of John, it was insisted to call him The Savage. Not only by the people in the story, but also the author himself it seems.

With a lingering connotation of hopelessness I write this. Awkwardly the words find their way out of the labyrinth of my mind, and I thank you Dear Reader for your time. I am starting a new book soon of which contents I am sure to share with you one day. It is Alfred Bester’s novel “The Stars My Destination” Until then, cheers!

Post Scriptum: My favourite part in “Brave New World” was when two characters have a somewhat heated debate over the interpretation of Shakespeare.

To The Point

As I lay myself down for yet another night, I recall the pages of a beautiful book I have just finished. As you might know, Dear Reader, that book was one by none-other than Hermann Hesse: “Strange News From Another Star”.

I wanted to put down some thoughts on this book as it is still fresh in my memory. To put it simply, it was a book of short-stories that involved very different scenarios in which the narrator would recount a type of awakening of the main character after the climax. Or simply end it abruptly without warning.

However, a constant reverberation echoed throughout all these works. All in which rang true to a deeper, cognizant understanding of brevity and the temporal ebb of life.

This was made utterly clear when a story depicts a man who wished to become a mountain and was granted that wish. And at first, he outlived his parents and then his friends. And his friends parents and brothers and sisters. Eventually, outliving generation after generation. His story becoming a myth. His fate as a crumbling mountain sealed by the forgetfulness, through time, of his people’s own ancestry.

And although it took centuries for this man who became a mountain to crumble, his story only took me a few minutes to read. Striking home nonetheless.

This book was definitely worth the read, and I honestly probably picked it up about 5-6 Times before finishing it, it was that captivating! Thank You, Dear Reader, for your time.