All my life it seems I get to the finish line of something good, just stop because it seemed to expected of me to do well, or I thought it would be to hard to finish the product into which I really wanted, just to leave me morose and disappointed in myself.
I did something I've never really done though since my high school journaling days. I let someone read something I wrote, and they liked it. Soon I was challenged to write more often, write a serious blog. I have been writing a lot more, and I hope to share some exerts of short stories, novellas, or essays in which I've complied over the years ( I've been on and off writing since high school, 2003.)
So here is my disclaimer to the internet.
- I have pretty good ideas, well sometimes. Please don't steal, and if you want to use, please credit me.
- I am extremely prone to grammatical and spelling errors. Also most likely errors of any sort of context. I still have an MLA handbook and I'll gladly refer to it, and if you care to correct my mishap, please tell me in a civil manner.
- This blog is aptly named, so please, excuse the nonsense.
What is real and what is nonsense?
I figure I must start out with my namesake. I remember taking this name mostly thinking I would be blogging about political banter, since after all it's practically proven that politics is complete nonsense, especially with the 2012 campaign cycle in full swing ( I love me some Obama, yet the issues that are the most important are, like always, getting sidelined, one reason I'm completely over politics.) But when my friend and I started talking about blogging again the idea of what to even write about started coming into my mind.... what is to separate anything i say into not being nonsense? Really, I'm a master of nothing. I work in retail management, I'm around things that are vintage, and some things built not even a year ago. I read the news, I listen to NPR, I love jcrew, yet all these things are simple elements that make me...well me. I can't wow you with awesome pictures of my outfits, I'm down right messy at times (even if I'm in jcrew and levi's.) My views on politics can tend to be utterly narrowed because let's face it, I'm a liberal living in Oklahoma City there's a lot of angst here for us.
The best I can do is be me. I can only offer what my mind can give, and at times that can be chaotic and completely pointless. yet, it's an outlet into what I have, which is a very over active imagination and unlimited stories, in which, I hope can be told.
I'll finish this off with a random page from a moleskin I have...
" How can one really be happy with the world in which we created? More people are getting divorced, more people are losing their houses, and more people are drugged up just so they can't even feel what this world really is.
Is this a sick twist on the end of the world, or are these the after effects of a stern horsemen who's plans are merely coming full circle?
I don't know, but I'm pretty sure no one on this entire spinning space rock really knows what it could mean to ever really exist...well maybe not. Maybe some of us are still struggling to live, to find happiness. Not happiness that is provided by pills or by secluding ourselves from this world to protect out minds.
hell, maybe we're not supposed to find happiness. Life ought to be a little hard, yet I do believe the journey through this life is meant for us to strive for happiness, to endure though the bad times, and to be thankful for the good moments that make us realize this life isn't really that bad. Whether that simple moment is a kiss on a forehead, a smile from a stranger, or the most precious of caress from the most intimate of lover. "I'll end with that, that goes with a piece I started to write back in 2008 about a girl who saw both the best of the light, and the darkest of the night.
Till next time,
PVW
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All my life it seems I get to the finish line of something good, just stop because it seemed to expected of me to do well, or I thought it would be to hard to finish the product into which I really wanted, just to leave me morose and disappointed in myself.
I did something I've never really done though since my high school journaling days. I let someone read something I wrote, and they liked it. Soon I was challenged to write more often, write a serious blog. I have been writing a lot more, and I hope to share some exerts of short stories, novellas, or essays in which I've complied over the years ( I've been on and off writing since high school, 2003.)
So here is my disclaimer to the internet.
- I have pretty good ideas, well sometimes. Please don't steal, and if you want to use, please credit me.
- I am extremely prone to grammatical and spelling errors. Also most likely errors of any sort of context. I still have an MLA handbook and I'll gladly refer to it, and if you care to correct my mishap, please tell me in a civil manner.
- This blog is aptly named, so please, excuse the nonsense.
Now that is over, I guess I'll get to a blog post....What is real and what is nonsense?
I figure I must start out with my namesake. I remember taking this name mostly thinking I would be blogging about political banter, since after all it's practically proven that politics is complete nonsense, especially with the 2012 campaign cycle in full swing ( I love me some Obama, yet the issues that are the most important are, like always, getting sidelined, one reason I'm completely over politics.) But when my friend and I started talking about blogging again the idea of what to even write about started coming into my mind.... what is to separate anything i say into not being nonsense? Really, I'm a master of nothing. I work in retail management, I'm around things that are vintage, and some things built not even a year ago. I read the news, I listen to NPR, I love jcrew, yet all these things are simple elements that make me...well me. I can't wow you with awesome pictures of my outfits, I'm down right messy at times (even if I'm in jcrew and levi's.) My views on politics can tend to be utterly narrowed because let's face it, I'm a liberal living in Oklahoma City there's a lot of angst here for us.
The best I can do is be me. I can only offer what my mind can give, and at times that can be chaotic and completely pointless. yet, it's an outlet into what I have, which is a very over active imagination and unlimited stories, in which, I hope can be told.
I'll finish this off with a random page from a moleskin I have...
I'll end with that, that goes with a piece I started to write back in 2008 about a girl who saw both the best of the light, and the darkest of the night.
Till next time,
PVW
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