There is something fascinating about reviewing things I have written in the past. I wish I could describe it better than just being "fascinating" but I am having a hard time coming up with a proper way to elaborate on the experience. I suppose an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation may have an easier time at making sure every nuance of my thoughts on this particular experience would be clear enough for those reading this but, as much as I would love to live on a holo-deck, you will have to survive my commentary a bit longer.
I thought of this little piece when I was trying to think about something positive to say about the world and where I think we may be headed. I don't think I was successful with the whole "being positive" thing but I think I was honest with it. I am often pessimistic about the future of humanity. I am not worried about the Earth at all. When the Earth decides we should get the hell off, it will get us the hell off and we wont' have anything to say about it.
I love to write prose and dialogue (thus, I have recently concluded) but my first love is poetry. I have always loved poems and the creation of poetry and I found some time to construct a few. Poems rule. If you don't think they do, you will buy me a beer to apologize for your lack of vision. (Where is the lightning I was promised that would shoot out of my hands.)
Here are two pieces that I wrote for HitRecord. They are short works that I wrote and they reflect my style pretty closely.
This short dialogue from the same collaboration is a bit of a cheat. I read somewhere a long time ago about how fate is a dark ocean and we are all strapped to a wooden platform that is constantly turning over and over. One moment we're looking towards a light that hovers over the dark ocean and then the next we are drowning in the water being bumped by unseen aquatic beasts. I don't think this is totally successful but it is only dialogue (and I impose a time limit when writing these pieces).
This is an exercise for a collaboration called "Dialogue Tales". The idea is you are supposed to write two characters having a conversation. I started off with a simple sentence of "this will only take a minute" and look where it took me.
Finally, after years and years of bitching and complaining that I haven't done any writing or have done too little, I am now over-flowing with it. I can't stop. Blogging, creative writing, documentation for clients - it is just plain crazy how productive with the pen I am. Will it last? It feels like it.
I may have mentioned it in recent blog posts (cough, yah, I totally did) but I have started conversing with people strictly through letters. This week, I stepped this up by writing to people that weren't expecting a letter. At least, I hope they weren't. Of course, I hope they like it that I wrote to them in the first place. The letters were fairly generic and personalized to the individuals (obviously) but I kept it light.
Guess what, fellow writer and nerdy types in the town we like to call Vancouver? It is the Vancouver Blogger Meetup... in, oh, say, about an hour from now. I am particularly jazzed by this March meetup for a couple of reasons. It was my birthday only a few days ago and I made a declaration (at myself) that I would get a little more involved. I have been wrapped up in work and my own little world a bit too much. Secondly, it is such a nice day. It was supposed to rain for the next six months but the sun came out.