| left and leaving (for the last time) |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|11:57 pm] |
“There’s a trick to the Graceful Exit. It begins with the vision to recognize when a job, a life stage, a relationship is over - and to let go. It means leaving what’s over without denying its validity or its past importance in our lives. It involves a sense of future, a belief that every exit line is an entry and that we are moving on, rather than out.”
— Ellen Goodman
I started out on diaryland before I came here. It was the perect outlet for an 18 year old kid. It was just like writing in an electronic journal and sometimes I would write and write and write. It lasted 4 years before I made the jump to here, but I trickled writing into it still up until this spring, less and less and less.
I came here because everyone was blogging by then. I loved it, the communtity, it became less of a diary and more of a rebounding board, a place to hear my thoughts echoed and then answered, people moved away and we kept in touch. But I come here less and less these days (I still read my friends page daily though) and it may be facebook keeping us on top of our every thoughts, or I may have just grown out of the sounding board I needed. My ideas are my own now and more and more I am looking for bits and pieces of my day to express, an idea, a picture, a thought, a conversation...
I discovered Tumblr, out of curiosity at first and then I had to try it out and made a "project" journal (that I think I will keep) and it was really exactly what I need to express me these days. Less is more, because I can't keep up to myself and really my thoughts have become my own.
I read the above quote last night and i decided to make the leap to another blog. This shouldn't seem so hard, but I felt it owed, some kind of sum up. I've put my life in livejournal's hands for 5 years now. More than I have given my current relationship. But it is time to make that graceful exit.
Thank you everyone.
I'll post my new blog address when I get there
"Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of Lonely, duct-tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away." |
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| Writer's Block: Play it again, Sam |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|09:50 pm] |
Viewing the other answers will bring you much more joy than my answer ever could.
(I'd make my own MP3 mix CD, (he said, cheatingly))
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| "The Time Hulk Hogan Came Over and Had Sex With Me," by James (Reader's Digest condensed version) |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|10:10 pm] |
First, though I am now not doing NaNoWriMo, I decided that I liked my start enough that I'm going to keep going with it, just not at the NaNoWriMo pace. There's not much there and it's not that good, but it has potential.
That's your context for this conversation I just had. Forgive the paraphrasing:
Mika: Write any novel today?
James: Nope.
Mika: Going at your own pace?
James: Yeah, I think so. I'm in no hurry.
Mika: Is it about wrestling?
James: *snort* No, but this is not the first time I've been asked that.
Mika: Who else?
James: Chad was all like "What's your novel about? Is it about Hulk Hogan? Is Hulk Hogan in it? Is it about wrasslin' at all?"
Mika: So he thought you were writing a fanfic then?
James: I guess so, a Hulk Hogan fanfic.
Mika: And what would it be about, Hulk Hogan having sex with the author? Isn't that how fanfic works?
James: Usually, as far as I know.
I don't really remember how the conversation went from there, except it mostly involved me repeating the title and Mika making this "heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" noise because she was laughing so hard that was the only noise that would come out. She also made me promise that I'd use the book's title as the title for my next blog post, so here we are. (The Reader's Digest condensed version only leaves in the dirty words.)
We determined that he'd still say "brother" a lot. And that by using only my first name, I'd be like the Cher of homoerotic Hulk Hogan fan-fiction.
This seems like it's maybe one of those blog posts that will get me in trouble somewhere along the line. People understand wacky inside jokes, right?
Probably best not to assume that.
The actual topic of the novel will remain a secret until I decide that the manuscript is both relatively finished and also not entirely awful anymore. This means you'll probably never know what it is. |
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| thanks, that was fun |
[Nov. 2nd, 2009|11:35 pm] |
And, so much for NaNoWriMo for another year. Much like the last time I tried it (about five years ago, not long after I started this job), work has gone kablooey. One more ridiculous project, one more unlikely yet immovable deadline, one more personal project canceled along with a few days I'd booked off a couple months ago.
Deleted the rest of the post. Thinking about deleting Facebook, Twitter, and LJ accounts. Tired of noise. |
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| Giveaway at my blog! |
[Nov. 2nd, 2009|10:00 pm] |
Click the picture to visit the giveaway...all you need to do is comment to enter! |
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| Check off an item on the life list |
[Nov. 2nd, 2009|09:40 am] |
A friend of my roommate, that I have also known for years, came up from San Jose to visit us in Nanaimo last weekend before he headed over to Vancouver to meet up with some other friends of ours from Saskatoon for the U2 concert. Somehow my schedule worked in such a way that I was able to join the guys and hang out for a brief while. Upon meeting up with some of them it was revealed that they had an extra ticket to the show the next night.
I may have suddenly latched onto to Jamie and begged him to let me join and he quickly agreed I could have the ticket.
I pretty much died of happiness on the spot while waiting for the bus. And I hadn't even been to the show yet.
All I can really say about the show the next night is that it was amazing. Absolutely freaking amazing. I couldn't really believe I was there. When they jumped into "Mysterious Ways" as their fourth song I grinned like a fool, excited that they were playing a favourite, probably the first song of theirs that I remember liking.
And when the opening notes of "Beautiful Day" started up next, I nearly had a heart attack. Not because I didn't think that they wouldn't play the song, but because that song makes me want to cry almost every time I hear it. So to see it live? I died. Just a little. In a very good way.
[No, I did not take this, but it's from the same show] |
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