I need to start writing again. I came to this realization exactly two minutes ago. Well, perhaps not exactly two minutes ago…more like one minute and 47 seconds before I began this entry – or something like that. Anyway (with all my eccentricities and quirks aside), I’ve got the writing bug. I haven’t written anything substantial in ages. Hell, I took a one-month break from writing in this journal alone (though I did update on my sports blog). I have about three ideas for novels and now is the best time to start. Then again, “now” is always the best time to start anything if one desires to accomplish anything.
Bear with me, my mind is rambling in about 37.33 directions (I actually have a third of an idea brewing). In other words, I have 22 ideas for potential novels, 5 new directions for novels on which I am currently working, 3 money making schemes, 4 thoughts about possible career opportunities, 2 ideas for future real estate investments and 1 thought that never leaves my head (deLynn) – plus I’m mildly considering cleaning up around the house (hence the 1/3 of an idea). I feel frantic.
Nonetheless, I am 100% positive that I must write something other than this entry today. Therefore, I will.
Other than this, my life is full. It amazes me how strange and wonderful this is. The aerie seems more alive since the Princess came to live with me. It isn’t as if life was bleak, but it is quite remarkable to see so many new things that bring life to my home. There are pictures here now – actual pictures of people! Books are slowly being hauled to the basement while things like teddy bears and photographs take their place upon the shelves. It isn’t a drastic change – I am a man of taste and I’ve done a fine job decorating my home – but deLynn’s little touches are giving the aerie a much sweeter disposition.
I’m reminded of my last apartment. My living room had nothing but bookshelves, a comfortable chair, a small table, one painting on the wall and a CD player. My bedroom had a mattress on the floor, a television, my computer and desk, a PS2 with a ton of games, a small table and some plastic drawers. My kitchen was even more laconic.
Now, I have the makings of a happy home – and it is becoming happier by the minute.
In a certain sense, I miss the old Spartan days (at one point, I went without a television or a computer for over a year). I miss the days when my entire life revolved around work, books, music, writing, and the like. But, the new life is well worth it.
My writing has changed drastically. During those days, it seemed more sensible to write about philosophy or politics or history or (fill in the blank with a “boring” topic enjoyed only by old men who smoke pipes). Now, I desire to write novels about heroes who vanquish terrible foes and win the hearts of intelligent young ladies. Or I decide to write humorous pieces about the fuckedupedness (as my dear friend Louis says) of mankind.
I’m becoming more of a romantic in my later years. OK, so I’m only 28…but I swear I am aging in reverse. I was a very austere man until this past year. Perhaps deLynn has lightened my heart even more in the previous months, but this transformation began over a year ago. I am growing younger as I grow old.
And, this newfound youth is permeating my writing. So, I guess I’ll go write something lighthearted and hopefully a little witty.
Ta ta my friends.
