Monthly Archives: June 2013

Bulletin: Hard at Work

I have no Internet today, so I’m getting this out to you guys on my phone. I’m currently pushing my way through the finishing touches on my novel (more on that next week) and already starting work on a new project for Camp NaNo (more on that this Friday).
Wish me luck, and have a good week!

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June 26, 2013 · 3:07 pm

Metaphors

The words never came easy. He searched for them, day in and day out. Fought against a galaxy of possibilities, but in the end all he ever had to show for it was a handful of butchered metaphors. He wanted to be an artist. He wanted to make people sigh, when they read the things he wrote. Wanted them to repeat short passages to themselves with their eyes closed, so that they wouldn’t let a single word of it slip from their memories. But in all honesty, he was a sham. He was a paint-by-numbers artist, merely following in the footsteps of truly great writers. Worst of all, he was a sadist. He prowled through used bookstores finding masterpieces, and picking them up to read random lines. Then, he set them back down on the shelves with the solemn conviction that he would never write the sort of book he wanted to. If he was lucky, one day, he’d write something good enough to scrape by all the other garbage out there and land itself in the dollar bin of one of his second-hand shops. He accepted that as a fact, an inherent truth that could be argued with to the same extent the Sun’s position in the solar system could be. That thought kept him up every night. So that he would lie in his bed, letting the bags under his eyes sink into a darker shade of purple. Then, he would get up, and pace, and sit down at his desk, and get up again, and sit back down, and write. In the morning he’d look at each word with scorn, and throw every page of work away. This, his suffering, he considered, was maybe the only thing that likened him to any real artist. And that, gave him hope.

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Your Poem

Disclaimer: This poem is meant to be shared, so do with it as you will.

This poem is for you.
So do not be fooled,
Because it isn’t written in your hand,
Or with your pen,
Or because you simply found it,
It’s been yours all along.
Perhaps even since
Before it was written.
Now that that’s through,
And we’ve cleared all that up,
I honestly have not much to say,
Except I hope you have a good day.
And i do mean that today,
And tomorrow,
Next week, and next month,
All through next year,
Because I don’t need to have met you
To know you deserve it.

Author’s Note: I wrote this poem at the beginning of this year, while entertaining the idea of writing something for somebody I’d never met before, and just leaving it for them to find. I wondered if maybe it could possible make someone’s day even just a little bit better. Then, after writing this, I started to worry that it was too silly, or just not good enough tho give away. So sharing this here is going to be my first step towards doing that; maybe now I’ll work up the courage to leave a few copies for whoever is meant to find it.

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Editing, and scheming, and writing… Oh my!

Welcome to crunch time! I have approximately two weeks before June ends in order to finalize the manuscript I’ve been working on since last November, before launching immediately into another project I’ve been planning for Camp NaNoWriMo this July! Not to mention I have a much smaller novelette that I am trying to whip into shape for (self)publication around August…

It’s just a lot okay! Luckily I’m not quite yet overwhelmed, which is a good thing. I just get nervous, and then whenever I get nervous I start to get stressed! Right now I just have to keep reminding myself that I am doing fine. I’m still making good time on my manuscript, Camp NaNo is just for fun, and I have two months before I want to get my novelette finalized. Besides, this is what I want to spend the rest of my life doing! I should be more excited than anything, shouldn’t I?! Everything will be alright. It’s just a little difficult to keep my eye on that with the finish line barreling towards me at about a hundred miles per hour.

A.N. King

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It was Professor Plum in the Library with a Sonnet

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On Music, Meditation, and Inner Peace

I do yoga. Just in my living room and off of old reruns of Inhale. I’m not doing designer yoga so I don’t have to feel bad about my next Starbucks frappuccino, but then again I’m not trying to enlighten myself either. I’m just doing yoga. Because I like the way I feel while I’m doing it and I like some of the Yogi teachings that are occasionally sprinkled into my pre-recorded living room sessions. They give me something to think about. A new lens to look through life.

One thing I have learned from my yoga experiences lately, is that it is important to be. That’s it. It’s nothing really specially. It’s just a bit of overlooked common sense really. Something I think we all forget; that there is a here and a now and they are just as (if not more so) important than tomorrow and yesterday. I’m trying to get better at embracing each day as it comes; each tear and smile and obstacle. Because they are all important, and I just want to be better at being.

Now here’s where it would seem I’m getting off track. I’m not though, I promise.

I went to a concert on Wednesday. Mumford & Sons was playing in Phoenix, where I am currently located for the summer. (Random promotional insert: They are one of my absolute favourite bands and I do encourage anyone who hasn’t heard of them to look them up!)

Now, back to yoga! Concerts are not for easily claustrophobic people. They’re crowded and cramped and you get really easily dehydrated and overheated… it’s a mess! But still, despite all that mess, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more zen then while I’m at a concert.

Okay, maybe zen’s the wrong word. But then, it’s hard to describe what I do feel. It’s peace, and a presence of mind and body and heart in a harmony that I can’t repeat anywhere else.

My television yoga instructor encourages meditation, which is supposed to be a way to let go of everything else around you for a time, to not over think and just be. I’ve tried to meditate before, but I always get distracted; I’ll either remember something I did a day or a week or a year ago, or I’ll be planning out what comes next in my head. But when I’m at a concert, or at least, when I was at that concert I wasn’t doing any of those things. I was there, and only there, and the things I have done and the things I was going to do after didn’t matter. And that was an amazing experience. Maybe it wasn’t true meditation but I have never felt such harmony like I did for that one hour and a half of my life.

 

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