Wednesday, March 09, 2005

I think I am starting to get used to this thing called Blog!!

Well, I am here at work, drinking my coffee, looking at my cereal and wondering how I should finish my second book.

You see when I wrote and published my first book it was a complete joke. Such a joke that I made a total of $8.25 in royalties. I never said I was doing this for the money. Well, the first poetry book was actually a joke in the sense that I took all my old poetry and some of my new poetry and self published a book. I was in what I like to call my 10 year "dark phase." In the sense that in the 10 years that I wrote poetry there was nothing light and whimsical about it. My friends read my work for the first time and actually thought I should be committed, literally. Even now as I culminate my second book there is nothing whimsical about it either but I consider it more of a satire than anything else.

I just can't help it. I am not big on creating the fantasy worlds that would never exist in our day and age. I am a realist and unfortunately this has made me settle with everything work, love and life. I've been burned way too many times so I find that to be my excuse for not taking many risks. Maybe I am wrong but if someone can show anything different I pretty much feel that my fate will remain the same. Help anyone who is out there??

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Well, I guess this is my first blog!

Funny, it took my about a week to figure out what a blog was when these things first came out and now I am dying to let people know my inner thoughts.

Well, what I can tell you. I am a struggling author working in corporate America, getting married in six months and trying to figure out how I got to this point. Don't get me wrong I'm not miserable or anything like that. I am just...content. There is enough stability in my life to make it routine. I am not used to that.

I remember of days that were full of excitement, passion, spontaneity, and most of all LIFE!!!! At my age of 25 I realized that I am living the life I was afraid of, the life of an adult. And a boring adult at that. I am afraid I am settling for what is comfortable and not for what is satisfying. The only thing that satisfies is my love for writing, my love for performing and my love for reading. I have published one book and I haven't performed since I was in High School and I read two - three books a week. Somehow, though, I feel that there is something missing. I just can't point my finger to what it is anymore. I guess I should go I am just rambling.