It is starting to get fun.  I don’t know how other writers work but I find I have to sit and just write before my brain will start manufacturing the actual happenings of the story.  I spelled out for a friend the other day the five or six different things that this book is connecting together for me, and it sounded smart and cool and today I sat down to keep pounding out, decide if it could really happen, what are the details?

It’s crazy and I don’t want to tell too much about the actual book and story because I think it will change a lot before it’s final form, i’m really reaching for some vast storytelling with this that I’m not sure I’m actually up too it.  But hell, maybe if the stories are lame and derivitive, wildly full of false understanding and poor fact checking, maybe at least the idea will get to somebody.  Whatever.  I’m writing it.  Giving it a try.  And today I have the first scene of main characters meeting, the story begining to be revealed.  Where you decide if you want to keep reading or not.  Where I need names.  Where I need to know what someone looks like, sounds like, comes from, reason to be there, neighborhood, location, point, story…

I never start with any of that really.  I mean I have the hero of the story done but the sidekicks are shadows and the actual story is not so much.  like putting legos together, ok, need a bad guy, who would that be, what happens here, is this the bad guy? Names, how obvious…hmm, really is that what you think this guy is?  hmmmm….

Puzzle the story together, Constantly asking, “what happens next?” until a gesture is chosen, which leads to a thought, which leads to a reason, which leads to a moment which leads to one whole minute of typing. and back to thinking. next brick in the pile please.  What happens next?

i’ve been sharing things about my life on the internet forever.  like really, I remember a whole 10 years ago when they invented the word blog.  i learned html to put my life up on a compuserve webpage.

Blogspot was genius.

there is something for me about putting my internal thoughts out for human consumption, that is good to me.

So tonight I’m sitting on my couch after early to bed led to a super early to rise of 2am. watchign hulu, feeling restless, verbal sparring on facebook and now pecking at my two blogs, one business and here.

I have ideas, i have the first few pages and a lot of things filled in on a book that i’ve been wanting to write for a while.  I’ve started but the finish…sigh, the keep going, the need to focus.  Not always easy.  need to make money.  need to pay rent, have to put out a right adn tight article all experty in my biz niche.  do some adverting maybe.

An old idea for a magazine keeps nagging me.

an idea for company and game i haven’t given up but going at it from a different direction now.

getting torn between what I need to concentrate on. Organizing the different areas of expression into priorities.

i think it’s clear by now this blog is the free form journalling clearing house of what I think and like and lots of photos and who the fuck knows what will show up here or what I’ll end up talking about.   like a good blog should.

occasionally I can get everything stowed away for a moment.  this time I got proof. (you’re not really suppose to click on the photos.  They are uploading ginormous and I haven’t gotten around to figuring it out yet.  sorry.)

that’s it baby, show off those leaves, give it too me, where’s that light, that sexy sexy light, oh yeah plant baby oh yeah

So in beginning to play with this page I would like to share this, my favorite image of me ever in the world created by an incredible artist – Captain Scorpio.  Click me and check him out. (pssst, scroll down)