Wings of Courage

I felt like sharing a short poem I wrote when I was very young. I was inspired with the imagery of a young bald eagle taking his first flight, and the words seemed to rush out. I hope this may inspire someone who might otherwise give up when standing at the precipice. Enjoy:

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Brain Monkeys

Brain Monkey

So, lately, I have been talking about brain monkeys on twitter. What am I talking about? What are brain monkeys? Well, let me explain…

One of my writer friends stated that her inspiration was, in part, determined by the monkeys residing in her brain. Sometimes they gave her great inspiration other times they threw poo…

Well, recently I have had my own experiences with these alleged brain monkeys. I have been awakened, through the night, with the monkeys screaming a piece of inspiration at me. If I ignore them they scream louder, keeping me awake; so I saté them by getting up and writing down the tidbit they offer. The problem is that when I return to that tidbit they throw poo at me and what I get out is a mess.

It seems as though they purposely choose the most inopportune times to give anything of worth, while asleep, in the shower, while driving, or while at work. Other times they throw poo and run around in my head till I give up and do something else. Then as if mad that I didn’t pay attention to them, they get me another tidbit of good stuff; I return to write it and they go wild again. …evil little monsters!

This is the war of the ages, the battle for our thoughts. We, writers, fight the brain monkeys so that you don’t have to. Well, that’s all I’ve got for now ’cause they are throwing poo at me again…sigh…


P.S. Just a little word to the wise: Brain monkeys are contagious and transmittable by any writer to another without ever coming in contact with them.

Evil Monkeys

Finals are Over…

…well, till the next school year…

Anyway, I have been asked a few time if finals are finished and since the question keeps coming up I am writing this entry. THEY ARE OVER! I would be enjoying my free time, but work has picked up and deadlines are keeping my pockets lined with overtime pay. I am trying to juggle life and writing together; it’s hard, but once I get into the rhythm of things I should post more updates.

I’ll leave this image with you to remind us all what life can be like, enjoy:

Classifying the Art of Dance

The following is a paper written for a dance appreciation class.  The requirements for the paper included responding to the question, “What is Dance?” while including various points from specific lectures (I.E. the propaganda section).  It’s not my best work, but due to a request, I am posting it anyway. Enjoy!

What is dance? That question has a myriad of answers stemming from all aspects of the art. When I was first approached with this question, at the beginning of the semester, I had many ideas as to, what the answer to this question was. I entertained the thought that the art of dance is an expression of feelings and emotions reflected upon movement to rhythms. While that idea may be true in substance, it is incomplete in description. It leaves out some very import parts or avenues within the art of dance. In this essay I will attempt to establish a more complete definition of dance and its role in the human condition. Continue reading

Finals week…

So here I am, smack dab, in the middle of finals. This is the worst time for creativity as I am using it to the max to finish a paper. How many times have you ever sat down to write a paper for a class, opened Word (grabbed the nearest blank sheet of paper) and stared at it with a longing, and hope that words might just, well, appear. Then you sit and you think. You might even start a sentence, just to erase it realizing that it was garbage or just not what the paper is about.

I’ve not had this problem before now, so I attribute it to stress and the requirements for this paper are vague. The professor wants me to write from my opinion, a surmise of the subject of the class, yet include untold details from earlier lectures. We have been told that we will be graded on content from the unstated lectures, along with the completeness of our stated opinion.


It makes me tired just thinking of what lies before me. *YAWN* Where was I? Uh, I forgot… Anyway, if it weren’t for all the other school and work deadlines I don’t think this would be so difficult, it’s just the timing and fatigue getting in my way.

Well, I think this concludes the update on my current situation. Onward ho!


Food for thought:

Life get in the way of creativity. I could end this post there and be satisfied, but I would feel a bit like a bum if I did. I really don’t like the way everything in life is so urgent and demanding of our time; to the extent that we have to forego some things in order to get others done. The question is why do we do it? Well, for one we need to live…i.e. food, shelter, and clothing, yet we let other things that are not important become so. For example: TV series; how many people have part of their lives revolve around a TV series, or sports, or comedy central? These and similar things are diverting as they should be, but we give them too much importance. There is so much potential locked up in each and everyone of us that should not be wasted on TV and the like.

My challenge is to devote myself to using at least a portion of diversion time to working on my book each and EVERY day. I have a long commute to work and will use that time to scheme up new plot twists and scenes.

I recommend, to anyone within my voice, that you take this as a challenge for yourself. You know when you could add even five minutes to your future or your passion. Why let things like TV get in the way?