Open Mic

So, let's hear it.
This is an open mic.
I want you to tell me everything.
I want you to tell me about that one girl at work who slows everyone else down,
About that promotion you just can't seem to get,
About how no matter how hard you study, you can't get higher than a C
About the pretentious book you just finished reading.
I want you to tell me about the last time you even read a book,
Or the last time you fished
Or fought
Or fucked
Or, better yet, had sex
Or, even better yet, made love
Or made music with a stranger
Or made conversation with a stranger
Or made eye contact with a stranger
Or made eye contact even stranger.

I want you to tell me about your favorite X-Man.
I want to hear about the 3 chords you know how to play on a Piano.
Tell me about your favorite Bible passage,
Or the best place to get a burger around here.
I want you to tell me that you're a Werewolf.
And I want to hear you howl, because this is an open mic.

I haven't been able to scratch down a single word with this ballpoint pen
In the past two months, and you know why?
People haven't been talking.
Well, they've been talking...
But they never say anything.
I want you to say something.
So, let's hear it.
This is an open mic.
Just let me hear it.
Let us all hear it.

I haven't posted anything in a long time because of the holiday season, and I'm sorry about that. There's some spoken word poetry to cheer you up, maybe.

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A Sort of Homecoming

It's 23:23 of December 5th, a Monday night. I'm tweaking out hardcore from drinking my very first Monster energy drink, and it is without doubt the most disgusting thing that has ever putrefied my tongue ever ever. I'm drinking this terrible sludge because I need to pull an all-nighter in order to finish my work on time, which is fine, it's just that I've never done that before.

I realize I haven't written anything in over 3 weeks, which is my longest unannounced hiatus ever. This is bad for a number of reasons.

1. I am going to be a writer for a career. That means I need to write as much as possible.
2. I use writing to unwind and decompress-- I haven't been able to do that for the past 3 weeks.
3. I got my 6,000th view and WASN'T THERE TO SEE IT.
4. You all want to know everything about me! Right? .... Right?

So, I'm treating this post as a sort of return, a reincarnation-- a sort of homecoming. I'm just going to be listing a few things that have been going on with me, and tomorrow (if I get a chance-- if not, later this week) I'll give you the second section to my music suggestion series, Sharing is Caring.

First and foremost, I got a girlfriend. Weird, I know-- I didn't think I had it in me, either. Technically, she started it all and initiated the relationship. She's a short one, with beautiful, long, curly black hair and mad curves with a smile that sneaks up on you and steals your attention away. She asked me out for coffee one night, and after a follow-up date to my favorite Vietnamese restaurant, I knew I needed to stay after her.

Second, my penultimate semester at my community college is slowly (and stressfully) coming to a close.  I had a hold on my student account because some joker who worked in the library missed checking in ONE of my returned DVDs, and so it was counted as late and I was duly penalized. So, I got that figured out. After that, I needed a book for one of my finals, and it only arrived 3 days AFTER THE FINAL WAS DUE. Baaaaahhhhghghgh!!! So, needless to say, I've been kind of Hulking out the past few days.

Third, I'm working a lot. Too much, in fact. I'm beginning to smell like bread all of the time. Delicious, yet distracting. It's getting kind of exhausting, but the people are great, so it's no big deal. I've made two fast friends and I look forward to continuing working with them.

Fourth, I'm starting to return back to my roots in Eastern thought, which is proving to be a welcome comfort as the vice of the end of the year closes around my scrotum. I'm making more time to meditate, drink green tea, and study the Dao as well as learn a bit about Reform Judaism (which is best Judaism in my opinion) and a bit about the freedom (yet social inequalities) of Hinduism, just for funsies.

Fifth and finally, I'm beginning to realize who my true friends really are. I've been going through a handful of hardships, and the ones who have been there to clap their hands on my shoulder have been proving a wonderful source of strength, so to all of those who have seen me at my angriest, my most distraught, my most off-course, my most un-Dao, thank you for sticking with me.

That's all for now-- Time for me to get started on the second half of my all-nighter.

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NaNoWriMo

November is one of my favorite months. Despite being the coldest month in Autumn, it always makes me feel warm with holidays like Thanksgiving and how much I get to see my family. However, every November something happens that I just can't bring myself to partake in...

"What the hell's a NaNoWriMo?"

That's a good question. NaNoWriMo is a little word for a big event: National Novel Writing Month. Basically, what it boils down to is that a bunch of writers from all over the States (and a handful from other countries) get together to encourage each other to write a legitimate, 50,000-word novel. Each November past since its beginning, I've thought "That's a great chance for me to squeeze out some good writing, but... I'm really busy. I'll do it next year." Well, I've done that for far too many years. This NaNoWriMo, I'm going to write a novel.

..Well, maybe not an ENTIRE novel. That's almost suicidal and the novel will almost certainly end up being utter shit. I am not suicidal, nor do I want anything I write to end up being utter shit. No, I decided I will START a novel and I will LOVE it.

So, the question arose. What shall I write of? I need a tale, I need a conflict, I need characters, I need a plot, I need an outline... I'm going to need a lot of coffee. I racked my brains for hours trying to think of something new, something I had never written before, when it hit me.

I've been writing Dungeons and Dragons shit for YEARS. I've come up with almost a hundred characters, my own complete setting, cultures, races, everything. It's all there. All I have to do is put it into novel form! So, with my newfound pool of inspiration to draw off of, I have finalized my decision.

I am participating in the Minneapolis branch of NaNoWriMo, and through this program I will write a Fantasy novel. Once I have a worthy excerpt, I will post it up here for everyone to see, and I will continue to write it. I don't have a title, and I only kind of have a working plot, so I'm kind of flying by the seat of my pants. It's the best way to do it, in my opinion.

So, wish me luck! I've never tried anything like this, so it's gonna be a huge challenge.

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