Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

This entry is part 1 of 32 in the series Just Write Something Damnit!

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365 Days & A Promise

The following series will (eventually) consist of 365 posts written on consecutive days. It is a challenge (and a promise) I made to myself and I intend to keep it.

Why? (Kicking & Screaming)

I have been hiding from my dreams my entire life. I can write, though I have consistently found a reason to stop myself from doing so. I came up with every excuse in the book not to pursue it as anything more than a hobby.

Finally, a couple of years ago, I decided to take the time to publish (you can find my Amazon Author page by clicking here)some things. I always loved horror and existential fiction, so that is where I started. Some of it was good, but there was no consistency to it, and I had begun a spiritual journey that was leading me away from the shock and awe aspect of horror. I struggled with what direction to take and eventually, it just faded into the background of my everyday life.

Now I have decided to write again. I am Thomas Paine, nor do I ever expect to compose the next great American novel. I simply want to write, unrestricted, about the journey I am on. This exercise is meant to drag myself by the hair—kicking and screaming if need be—out of the carefully constructed cave of programmatic bullshit I’ve been hiding in.

If I’m Being Honest

One post every day. No research, no forethought, no rewrites, no plan except to spend 20 minutes being honest every day and putting it out there. Nothing is off-limits: rants, raves, poems, story excerpts, God, politics — Nothing. A good portion of it will be shit, some of it will be good, but all of it will be meaningful.

If you choose to continue on this journey with me I appreciate it. Your time is extremely valuable so If you do not, I understand. Either way, thank you for sharing your time with me for these brief moments.

Dave

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 2

This entry is part 2 of 32 in the series Just Write Something Damnit!
Author’s Note: If you have not read the first post in this series then all the rest will make no sense at all. Please click here to take a quick look at Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

 

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Today, an imperative and impassioned set of demands for the 363 days to come:

Write.

Write something.

Write anything.

Write a poem, a play, a rant, or a letter.

Write an ode to your victim mentality, or an epitaph to the selfishness you are trying to slay.

Write something for the love of God and that tiny thread that still tethers you to the talent that God gave you.

Do not fear the repercussions or recriminations. Do not, for one-second, dwell on the anxiety that comes with putting your heart out into the world.

Tear the shirt from your skin, and skin from your bones, and the heart from your chest, and hold it up in front of you.

Look at it, learn it’s secret, and write.

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 5

This entry is part 3 of 32 in the series Just Write Something Damnit!

Author’s Note: If you have not read the first post in this series then all the rest will make no sense at all. Please click here to take a quick look at Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

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Mountains Out Of Molehills

I make mountains out of molehills every day. It has been a defining character deficiency since as far back as I can remember. There has been a reduction in this momentum shattering practice over the past few years, but I still find myself doing it now and then.

My Mountain

A perfect example would be this website. I think I already mentioned that I have made it live and then taken it down more times than I can count. The mountain/molehill scenario is one of the primary factors in that cycle. The plan always starts simply—put up a blog and then build around it. The problem is I put up the blog and then start working on the overall concept—the concept is the mountain. Once I get involved in that I start to bury myself in minutia at which point I forget about the blog—which is the backbone of the whole damn thing!

I Never Learn

I almost made the same mistake again recently. I got the blog up and running and then started working on the concept of the full site. It is important to me and I want it to be well designed for anyone that might come across it. The problem is I am having some trouble translating the concept into a home page design that gets the message across. It has been months now and I have reworked it over a hundred times.

Maybe This Time

That is where this specific series of posts comes in. I had to give myself a challenge that would keep the blog moving continuously forward and myself constantly writing. That home page is still not done. I will probably tweak it again the second I am done writing this. At least the molehill is visible while I continue to build up this mountain.

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 6

This entry is part 4 of 32 in the series Just Write Something Damnit!

Author’s Note: If you have not read the first post in this series then all the rest will make no sense at all. Please click here to take a quick look at Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

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The words you are reading now are not the words I originally wrote down on this page. Those words (the originals) were here, but now they are gone.

There were two paragraphs of never before seen writing and now they are gone forever. You will never see them, and I can never tell you about them—I hit select-all and delete. I did that because they sucked and I wanted them to go away.

I am only telling you this because it got me thinking: I wonder how many words, thoughts, ideas, etc., get deleted out of existence every day. I just deleted two paragraphs that took time and thought to create. I did it because I didn’t like the way they looked on the page or sounded in my head, but maybe you would have.

I have had to teach myself to be ruthless when I am editing. It is the only way I can avoid the mountain/molehill problem I told you about yesterday. I rely very heavily on the notion that if the idea was good enough it will eventually resurface. And still, I wonder…

Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

Just Write Something Damnit — Day 7

This entry is part 5 of 32 in the series Just Write Something Damnit!

Author’s Note: If you have not read the first post in this series then all the rest will make no sense at all. Please click here to take a quick look at Just Write Something Damnit! — Day 1

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Life-Changing Decisions

I stopped going to church as soon as I was old enough to make that decision on my own.  Back then I had questions (as most children do) about God and our church (as most churches are) was a place of instruction—not a place to ask questions.

Too Hell With You

At one point in my life, I was convinced that my mother believed that I was destined to go to hell because I did not go to church. If I am being honest I still think she believes that. I don’t judge her for it—That is the way she was programmed. I am, however, at peace with the fact that I cannot change her mind one way or the other. It used to bother me to no end. I used to try to explain my deep relationship with God to her in hopes that she would stop worrying and looking at me the way she does every Saturday when she asks me if I will be going to church Sunday. It does not bother me at all now—that is her cross to bear, not mine.

Bullshit, and All That Jazz

The heart of this website lies in those lost, and lonely, moments I spent feeling like God did not love me because I was not like everyone else who was sitting in those pews every Sunday. It’s bullshit—plain and simple. I have known many good people that have spent their entire lives shunning God because they have been constantly told that God shuns them. I have also known many good people who have treated others atrociously because they did not fit their programmed opinion of who God approves of.

A Change Is Gonna Come

Here’s the truth: I (and others) will never be approved of by organized religion. That does not matter anymore. The masses are—slowly, but surely—waking up. They are realizing that it is not what you do one day a week in front of others (that believe the same things you do), but rather what you do every day of the week FOR everyone else that matters.

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