I made this um that's it.

Been a While since I've posted but I have news of a new project Iv started on top off many others (never let it be said that im not a busy). Anyway, this one is a western (a true western). Sent in the old west a US marshal is called to a small town to investigate the murder of an Indian. This one is going to be a thriller set in the old west, there is room for some interesting stuff i feel. Imagine an old detective story sent against the back drop of the old west.

More coming soon, keep forgetting to put stuff up here.

A Start.

Well it looks like i finally figured out how to work this blogger thing. I am a writer, if I am good or not is purely up to you. I have nothing published and I have written no great plays but I am still a writer. I sometimes wish I could be clicking away on some old typewriter. I've always thought the mechanical clang of those old machines was more soothing than the plastic click of a key board. I only think these thoughts when i get stuck while working on something on my computer, as if the slam of the levers on a typewriter would make my brain jump to the next great idea. I bet if i had one i would long for a pencil to cure my blocks. That's the trick of trying to write for me i guess; to not care so much about anything except what your putting on the page (or screen given our modern age) and just let it work out of you. Pour out like some amount of water rolling down a rock ledge, slipping between cracks and over inconsistent stony faces. Words on a page never mean much until they are read. That a struggle any writer must deal with. Will it be read right. I can type something anything and if you read it correctly then it can mean so much but one word read wrong kills a sentence that kills a paragraph that kills a whole work.
I'm not trying to sound melancholic or self important, like I said I'm not an award winning author and literary genius, I'm a writer. I watch and catalog life in fiction and narrative. I enjoy humor too but none has seemed to come to the top today. I guess what I'm attempting to say is writing is easy its meaning that hard. So is this blog to find meaning? No not at all, searching for meaning on the internet is about as useful as growing corn with oil instead of water. No this is just to exist, no purpose, no agenda just being, and just being can be beautiful sometimes.

So I leave you with this, a line with no story yet it just is:

“I had a dream that I killed myself last night, it wasn’t suicide. You see in the dream I snuck up behind myself and shot me in the head. I’m beginning to think I don’t have my best interests in mind.”