Alternate Realities Are Real

Alternate realities are real. The proof is all around us.

One one hand, you have Democrat’s and progressives believing that they are making tremendous headway in impeaching Trump, with liberal commentators speculating that we are witnessing the demise of the Republican Party and that Trump will have no chance at re-election.

The Republicans believe that the Democrats are shooting themselves in the foot and that the impeachment proceedings are all a joke, not accomplishing anything but wasting people’s time. They believe that we are witnessing the end of the Democrats and that the blue will give way to more red in 2020.

Caught in the middle are a few of us who are looking on and reading/watching all this and see how both sides are convinced that they are right. They live in their own fantasy lands and refuse to even acknowledge that they might be wrong.

Alternate realities, people…

Breaking Bad Habits

Multiple times before on this blog I have talked about how my biggest hurdle as an aspiring writer has been my capacity for constantly giving up. I would write vigorously for a week or two and then give up for long periods of time. I might only get one story or a chapter or two of a book written before quitting.

I think I have finally broken the quitting habit. I have written everyday for the last three weeks and have completed a record of three complete, full-length short stories. I’m averaging a story a week. In fact, today I wrote a resounding 4000 words in the span of a few hours. That, too, makes for a great day.

Tomorrow I begin the fourth story in my series in earnest. I can already feel my writing getting stronger by the day, although the stories will still require substantial revising and parts rewritten before I decide what to do with them. Most likely they will be used as inspiration for more mature stories down the road, or I will take parts from them and rework them into completely different stories.

Ray Bradbury suggested that writers should write one story a week and assured that it was impossible to write 52 bad short stories in a row. Sooner or later, a story will be written that stands out among the crowd.

I am determined to see if this rings true.

Happy (Sort Of) Anniversary to My Blog!

I started CrapPile last year, but WordPress just pinged up to let me know that it was exactly three years ago when I registered this blog.

I guess that means I have been a “blogger” for three years now.

Yay me!

My Twitter presence has sort of been keeping me away from the blog lately, which I’m very sorry about. I’ve also gotten back into fiction writing so in an effort to keep myself from giving up yet again I’ve been spending a lot of time reading and writing short stories and building my following on Twitter. Ever since I stopped paying attention to politics, most of my inspiration for blog posts has started to dwindle, as well.

I refuse to deactivate the blog or to quit blogging. I will make a conscious effort to be more active. I can’t allow myself to just focus on one kind of writing. So expect to see me back here more from here on out. If I can read hundreds of pages and write thousands of words a week, keeping a blog will not be a problem.

No excuses…

A Letter To My Daughter

Sweet girl,

Eight weeks from now you will be joining us in the world. In a way, I want to apologize. The world you are going to be brought into is at its worst. It doesn’t deserve you. At the same time, having you grace it with your presence could be one of the steps it needs to take in order to put it back on a greater trajectory.

Anyways, I am your daddy. Nice to meet you!

Your mother chose the name Kenway for you. It is the surname of a family of great characters in Assassin’s Creed, video games she and I both love. Your middle name, Dawn, I came up with. No significant reason or anything. I just thought it flowed well. Naturally, your mom fell in love with it immediately.

All my life I dreamed of being a dad to a baby girl. You are seriously a dream come true. When we went in to get your first ultrasound done and I saw the perfectly round head on the screen I knew you were going to be a girl. We read up on old wives tales and pregnancy forums and were half-convinced when we went in to learn your gender that you were going to be a boy. You did not put up any struggle and the ultrasound tech was able to tell us right away that we were having a little Kenway. The entire family was thrilled.

I have made countless mistakes in my life, sweetheart. Everybody else would tell you that they also made so many mistakes, but I am not being humble. I have been through more jobs than most families combined go through in a lifetime. I have dropped in and out of school for years. Despite pretending to be a writer since I was really young I have precious little writing to show for it. I struggle with demons that not even your mother, who I confide everything with, knows about. I consider myself to be a failure. Whether its true or not in the grand scheme of things, I don’t know. But I promise you, sweet thing, that I will not fail with you. I am not a violent person. I don’t even like to yell. To raise my voice even a little bit makes me feel very uncomfortable. I promise to be your friend, your partner, your shoulder to lean on, your teacher, your protector, and the one you can confide anything to. I will always be there for you no matter what. I won’t smother you, but I will always be around for you if and when you need me.

I will mess up, Kenway. I will upset you, fail you, let you down. I am only human. But as long as you do not give up on me there is no chance in hell I will ever give up on you. And I will do whatever I can to make it up to you when those moments come.

I have no idea what the future has in store for any of us. Quite frankly, I don’t care. I am not going to be one of those parents who push you towards something we want you to be. My parents were not that way with me, so I am definitely not going to be that way with you. My only expectation is that you try your hardest. Even if you come in last place, if you try your best then you will be the winner in my book. I know this is hypocritical coming from a man who more often than not has not given his all in what he sets out to do, but something tells me that you are going to be pushing me much more than I will be pushing you.

We are going to be a great family, Kenway Dawn. You are already your mom and I’s greatest joy. We will always be there for you, no matter what.

 

Love,

Daddy

So, Funny Thing…

The other day when I said I really wanted to restart the Bradbury Program I was dead serious. I thought it would really help me get to where I want to be as a writer and might even make me the first person to ever complete the challenge.

That was before I unpacked all of my books and realized that I don’t have enough material anymore. Most of my story and essay collections were donated to make room in the van when I made the trip from Michigan to California.

So instead of a short story, poem, and essay a night (at least for now) I’m just going to spend my time reading as much as I can from the few remaining books on my shelf that I haven’t gotten to yet. I’m making a trip to Barnes & Noble today and will be picking up a couple new books.

The most important thing is to be reading…