The human mind is an incredible piece of work. The ability to juggle so many things at once astonishes me. Right now, I am going to school full time, working, spending time with my wonderful girlfriend, friends, writing a book, essay, short story, maintaining a website, working on a personal project, learning a new programming language, and several other activities. My brain keeps up just fine. For the most part, I am able to switch from one to the other with almost no hindrance.
I digress. I know that it has been a few days since my last post. I’m thinking of only posting once or twice a week so I can avoid my lesser quality stories such as Run and my first Writing Prompt story. I’m an impatient person; I’m impulsive, and that comes out in my writing. I get in such a hurry to finish it, upload it to here, and it comes out worse than I thought. I need to avoid doing that so I can post better, longer content. My stories so far have been fairly short with the exception of My Sweetheart. I want to post longer, fulfilling content. When I was younger, I remember I wanted books to be supremely long so that I could experience the world within much longer. I want that to be the case with my writings as well.
I was thinking about deleting the posts I felt weren’t up to par with the rest, but I decided against it. This could serve as a way of watching me improve as a writer. I could just keep them for myself, but I guess this way is better. Also, a couple of days ago I subtly dropped my website throughout my social media. I was nervous at first, exposing this more private side of myself to everyone. There are only a few people besides my incredibly supportive girlfriend that know I like to write, and I’m still not that confident in my skills as a writer so dropping that URL on my post took some thought. Against my inner wishes, I posted it. I received a few visitors, but I don’t think really anyone cared. Honestly, the more I think about it, the less I care about others seeing this side of me. Writing gives me a sense of direction, a sense of purpose. Sure, before I really committed to it, I had an idea of things I wanted to do (i.e., school, house, marriage, job, etc.), but writing gives me a sense of expression I haven’t really had before.
As a kid, I dabbled in little stories and poetry, but it was short-lived. I still have a lot of my poems from those times, and I liked to revisit them every now then and appreciate how much I’ve grown. During those times, I was going through some rough times and that’s how I got through it. I listened to Eminem and wrote poetry. We all cope differently, I guess. As I got older (and things got better), I stopped writing and reading altogether. I became consumed by video games, the internet, and social media. As I mature, I’ve learned that my time on the internet (specifically nonproductive, time consuming sites – Facebook, Reddit, etc.) needs to be cut dramatically along with sleeping all the time and procrastinating school work. My days are a lot more structured now, and I’m learning to make better use of what little free time I do have.
As I mentioned above, I’m working on a lot of things right now. I will probably post a personal essay of mine (or a short story) come this weekend, but I do have a terrible amount of homework to complete. I’m also in the middle of making exercise a habit again, so that’s another struggle. Without my girlfriend, I don’t think I could make it through all this mess. Anyways, thanks to all who have visited, liked, and gave me feedback so far. I know there aren’t many of you, but I enjoy and appreciate it nonetheless.
Thanks for reading,