A Journal of Sorts
"If you don't have the time to read, you don't have the time or the tools to write." ~ Stephen King ~ |
there's just not enough time in the day to write what I want to write or do all I want to do... and yet, there is so much to share... and the amusing (even if you don't get it yet) thing for me is that it was me choice to place myself in this situation of restricted time and minimal freedom so I could actualize and explore through personal experience this limited human existence and all the lamentations and permutations of human emotions that believing in human limitations create and inspire... anybody appreciate the joke? J besides me, I mean... and to think... it all started with Amy... but that's another story... anyway, if I had time to sit a write for as long as I spend working in other endeavors, I might have woven paths through thousands of pages detailing vast stories (Stephen King's Dark Tower series comes to mind)... maybe nobody would read them either (excuse my laughter, but irony is rich tonight) J who will walk with me through my imagination who will nurture the gardens we'll find there who will plant some seeds of their own and share the sensation of sharing imagination put the pieces together any way you dare and create the living legend you will be after you disappear who will walk with me through my imagination I've been reading again (which is probably why the opening quote came into consciousness)... it may take a while to finish since I fall asleep most of the time I start reading cuz I'm awake so much and sleep so little and the act of reading is a great sedative for me, but I'm happy and excited about reading again (I mean reading fiction... I read and write many thousands of words of non-fiction, clinical notes and reference materials and the like, every day)... From The Corner of His Eye is the book... Dean Koontz writes in a style I enjoy almost as much as Stephen King (is it an odd coincidence that they both chose supernatural mystery and horror?) and Robert Heinlein and I've read all but a few of King's (I haven't read his last few - Bag of Bones, The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon, Dreamcatcher), so I figured it was about time I dove into some more Koontz (oh heck, it wasn't as if it was planned... the book just happened to be on the check out counter as I took the kids to the library last week... Heinlein might be up next... I noticed several other King writings and audio works I've not explored on audible.com and I'll be checking the libraries around here to see if they carry or can order them... but for now, I'm getting into the characters Koontz creates in From The Corner of His Eye... the story starts slow (in my sleepy cognizence), but intrigues... yeah, I think I might have made up the word too J but then again, may not (nothing a spellchecker couldn't remedy... someday I'll have one)... anyway, for the love of one I dove into the human condition determined to understand repression and denial and all the stuff humans are made of... and for another I gave up the creative dreams and sat and wrote about them... and for another I gave up everything I'd recorded about the journey, the history and the stories that might have come from the written and recorded words... and what I've learned is nobody cares unless they want to, unless it matters to them... and I chose three (and then some) who did not care enough to take care of what matters to me... sharing... if not for my insatiable and infinite hunger to share, I might have been an introspective artist of sorts... the singer laughs through tears of what might have been and says Elvis might understand... shhhh, he's not here either J and so sometimes I languish and sometimes I bask, it's a matter of language and daring to ask which is which and what matters and what it all means... most is left behind in childhood... some is left behind in teens... it's just life, it's a story, a never ending drama, just a series of changing scenes... and everybodys a comedian when it gets too close J |
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