Day 1: Hello Blog.
Do you ever let yourself go and just zone out? Some people might call it 'spacing out', 'daydreaming', or just not thinking about anything. I've been doing it quite often now.
I do it when I'm at work, I do it when I'm in class, and sometimes I even do it when I'm playing a computer game (WoW). Now you may argue that one does not need to "think" to play World of Warcraft, but that's a topic saved for another day.
I've been occasionally thinking about writing a story, or mentally sketching out a possible plot line for one. The ideas shift around wildly in my head whenever I try to think up the world my unimagined characters would live in.
Would it be a Modern-based world with existence of the Internet, the iPhone, bio-fuel and President Barack Obama? Or how about the generic Medieval-Fantasy theme with fancy named Elves and other magical Humanoid characters that J.R.R. Tolkien already revamped years ago?
Ideas like to group up in my head and mingle with one another:
"Hello Vampire Romance Plotline #63! How are you doing today?"
"I'm fine, Zombie Apocolypse Sci-Fi adventure tale #24. Thank you for asking!"
Hmm... You know, imaginary conversations look so much better in your head.
That's the thing about writing and I. Whenever I try to write something, the words in my head never fully pass through the firewall of Grammar, Spelling, Cognitive thoughts, and other lovely filters. The amazing idea thriving inside my head withers and dies the moment I decide to write/type it down.
It makes me sad. I can't help, but envy these amateur to expert authors and writers that seem to pop up faster than the random weeds on house lawn.
Anyone could easily send me a message or leave a comment saying, "Oh I'm in the same shoes as you" or "You can try keeping an idea journal, etc etc etc." But the thing is I-Don't-Want-To-Do-That.
The idea sounds fantastic in my head alone and even speaking about them aloud to myself kills the magic. The words can easily change from Times New Roman font to the most beautiful calligraphy (my mind) can think up.
Wow. Why am I trying to rant about what my mind can or cannot do?
So I'm getting a bit egotistic and wordy about nothing, but here's an f.y.i. for anyone reading this:
I won't keep proper grammar for this blog. I won't check for spelling, keep to various formats of writing, or any "proper" structure for that matter.
Welcome to 365 days of Nonsense. Welcome to 365 blog entries full of random unrelated thoughts that reached the limits of my mind and decided to spill over here.
Everything will be biased, wordy, unformatted, unedited, and the English language will be challenged.
Welcome to my Mind.
