The Write Month: June 2 - Fire. I Could Look at a Fire for Hours

Last night I literally looked at the fire for hours. I watched it from its' inception until it was merely ashes. And I could do this all day, everyday. I don't really understand why. I love fire. Even more than I love some people in this world sadly. Fire just has a certain quality that blows my mind. I can't explain it nor can I understand it. Fire f****** rocks. This voice to text thing won't let me say swear words. f*** that. You see? God damn son of a b**** . Hey a****** why won't you let me sware? Don't censor me. You can't do that to me; I have a family. Charles Manson had a family. No f****** s*** lady, does it sound like I'm ordering a pizza? Ah, I could play with this for hours. That's what she said. Provides for hours that's what she said. Provides for hours? This may be the day that we feared when a guy takes over. A guy? I said A. I., like artificial intelligence. f****** computers. Hold on to your butts.

This post is already rife with movie references so I probably should explain the title if you didn't get it by now. It's from one of my favorite movies Face Off and Nicolas Cage says in a rather creepy voice, "Peach. I could eat a peach for hours." Classic stuff man. With the way the wind keeps shifting it makes me want to yell like Nicolas Cage in The Rock, "GLASS OR PLASTIC!?! GLASS OR PLASTIC?!? BECAUSE IF THIS ROCKET GOES OFF AND THE WINDS CHANGE DIRECTION, YOU'RE EITHER GOING TO END UP IN A GLASS JAR OR A PLASTIC BAG!!!!" Shit, I watch way too many movies. And I have an unusual fascination with Nicolas Cage.

But that's why I'm out here camping today. To get away from the norm. And I'm not talking McDonald. I want to be roommates with that brilliant bastard. I mean my normal life. That's what this weekend was all about. Step outside the normal comforts and "ruff, ruff, rough it" (because my Dad's dog Sweet Lou is here) and leave all of that unnecessary stuff behind. Go back to nature. And pee all over it, savage style. Yeeeeeaaaaahhh!!! Take that outdoors. I've obviously lost my mind. Waking up at 6am and drinking whiskey right away will do that to you. So I guess I'm going to just leave it at that. AHHH!! NOT THE BEES!! NOT THE BEES!!!!

-pookon-

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The Write Month: June 1 - Write Every Day Month

How many times do I reference the fact that I don't write as often as I should? Enough that if I stopped bitching about it and wrote instead I wouldn't have that problem. I am a writer. I have been since I was a little kid. I was always fascinated by stories and I couldn't wait to write some of my own. But I was always reserved because it looks so difficult. I'm not a writer, I would say, those people are brilliant and creative. Little did I know that it doesn't take brilliance and creativity to write something. It just takes an idea and something to record it on. And that's it. When I figured that out my pen never left the page and transitioned to hands never leaving the keyboard thanks to modern technology. But I kind of want to go back to the old ways.

Not a feather tip dunked in ink like John Hancock, but just a pen and some paper. INDEPENDENCE! SIT DOWN JOHN! SIT DOWN JOHN! Will somebody open up a window? There's too many flies. I found some of my old journals and the thing that stands out is that you can tell how I felt at the time by analyzing my handwriting. It's something that is lost in the digital age like the lack of nonverbal communication in social media and text messages. I see the irony of mentioning it on an internet blog post but in my journals my handwriting would change if I had a couple of drinks or if I wrote fast to get my ideas out on the page before I forgot them. There's so much character in those journals; so much life. I need to go back to writing on a daily basis.

So that's why I'm calling June "Write Every Day Month." I'm sure that's not the official theme of this month but it is for me. I'll try to throw some things on here for you if you want to follow along with my adventure but like I said before, I really want to get back to the old school writings I used to do before the internet. As much as I love the net, it has changed everything. Some good, some bad. This is just an introduction to the month. I would say more but right now I'm camping and I promised myself that I would stay off my phone this weekend. Whoops. So I'm going to shut this contraption off, drink some whiskey and try not to start the god damn forest on fire. Smokey the Bear wouldn't like that shit. No Sir. Smokey the Bear would be pissed off. And believe me, you don't want to piss off a bear who wears a hat and carries a shovel.

-pookon-

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