A new found interest in my story!

Tonight I buckled down and devoted at least an hour to writing my script.

I've found my new muse, and it is a clean and organized room. When my livingroom is all messy and crap is thrown everywhere, I can't seem to get my ideas out efficiently or clearly enough.

Tonight I went on a rampage and cleared the crap out, and it was one of the easiest and most enlightening writing sessions I've had in a while. I got lots of ideas out there and found a way to easily and logically transition towards the second act of my Revolutionary War time based story.

Don't bother me at night, for I am on a tear!

OH YEAH! One hilarious detail about the Union St. Festival

Seriously, it was one of the dullest fests ever. But the highlight was when we headed over to the kids area where all the little carni rides were.

There was this giant inflated tunnel thing with inflattable animals all over it. And the part where the kids enter had a giant monkey straddling it, and between his legs, the tunnel was closed up and looked like a monkey's vagina.

I laughed sooooo hard when I first saw a kid enter inside.

Man, it's times like these that I hate myself for forgetting my camera.

The Union St. Art Festival was... (extended version)

The Union St. Art Festival was... (extended version)
Current mood: cranky

...strange.

I was having a good time until I realized something. I was suddenly surrounded by A-line skirts, halter tops and frameless sunglasses on the ladies and men in polos and cargo shorts.

It wasn't long before I left, but it was funny to see people drunk at 2pm. What cracks me up about these outdoor festivals is that you get thousands of people out on a beautiful sunny San Francisco day where they should be out in the open enjoying themselves and the majority of them decide to spend the entire time inside a caged off outdoor wetbar. As I walked by the bouncer guarded entrances I couldn't help but laugh as I walked around freely and the little astroturf floor areas were jam packed so much that there was hardly any motion. And it was so loud, I didn't see the point!

Some of the art was pretty cool. A lot of aspiring photographers who seem to only find interesting subjects in the same landscapes and SF landmarks that many photographers have captured before them. It would have been nice to actually see something new though.

I was most impressed by some of the woodwork that was there. I wish I could carve, I tried my hand at it when I was a boyscout, never quite got the hand of it. Which is probably why I was so enthralled by the craftsmenship.

Other than that, there wasn't anything too special, I had some good Cajun Red Beans and Rice, but the chicken & sausage jambalaya was junk.

Relieved, Inspired and Motivated...

My co-workers could possibly attest to this, although I'm good at hiding my physical expression of stress, things were quite hectic for me at the end of last week and yesterday. I had to stay at work until 7pm working on some piece of crap assignment from our London friends over there. I'm just glad it's over with and now I can go back to just doing my normal research without any real deadlines, only my own conscience to drive me.

I was at Walgreens buying some white out for the office when I saw a cool little black memo pad for only 99 cents and some pens that I liked. I suddenly came up with the idea to carry them around with me at all times should inspiration strike. I've noticed lately that I've had some great ideas come to me at the most random times, and with nothing to document these ideas they've gone away just as soon as they came.

I've noticed on my bike rides home that I've arrived back home nearly wheezing, panting and almost passing out. At first I thought it was just the hills, which it is in part, but I think my tolerance for exercise has diminished as I haven't done it regularly for a couple years now. So I've made a decision to at least jog for a half hour every morning just to get my respiratory and cardio systems back up to spunk. I'm sure I'll start to see a difference in my moods (as I have been a little moody as of late) plus it'll give me time in the morning to clear my head before I step out the door to start my days at work.

I feel really good about my decisions, but my feelings are all really premature as I've yet to act on any of them. Just give me a couple days and I'll let you know how I've been doing.

There has been a disturbance...

You know what's really disturbing and somewhat depressing? Checking out a whole bunch of books from the library then never getting a chance to read them. This week it's like I'm cramming for a test that will never come. I'll be frantically taking notes and searching inspiration within these pages of documented history for the next few days. Wish me luck :)

Looking upon you with fresh eyes...

Today was probably the most boring day at work ever. Only two other people in the office, which meant I didn't have much to do, so I just sat and pretended like I was doing something important most of the time. With each passing hour I looked forward to escaping my place of employment and making my way to Rasputin Records (or Raspy's as I like to call it). I brought a few DVD's that have overstayed their welcome in my collection with me to sell and get some store credit, it came out to $15, more than I actually expected. So I picked up Brendan Benson's latest and Ben Folds latest. I felt like geek rock fiend, but what can I say, I love this stuff. Benson's album sounds a lot like his last album, which isn't a horrible thing and Ben Folds album lacks the anger of his previous albums but it's a great album filled with some great heartfelt ballads and sweeping piano sounds that is my number 1 attraction to his music. On my way home on the bus I noticed an old overweight man with a long beard sitting at the front. He saw a friend of his on the bus and they began to talk about a film festival called Reel Art that's going on right now and how there's a film that was made in 1927 here in San Francisco. He's lived here in SF his whole life and had never seen "Old San Francisco" as he said. But it was refreshing to hear this long time SF resident speak so highly of his home. It kinda resparked my love for the city, I guess I had been feeling quite jaded as of late and wasn't appreciating my surroundings quite as much as I should have. But now that I have more time on my hands, I have more opportunities to explore myself, my town and more inspiration. I'm going to need it for the pace that I'm writing at, you can't take out if nothing's being put in.

(Snuffleupagus voice) Writing is fun!

It's amazing how much my happiness in life elevates the more I write. I had unintentionally taken a break from it for a few months trying to focus on my classes, until I realized how much suffering I was putting myself through, feeling creatively oppressed, numb from the day to day travels out to my class then the 3 hours of listening to something I wouldn't remember the next week. I was feeling unfulfilled, frustrated, tired, lack of motivation towards anything and everything was creeping in and dominating everything I did. I soon realized it was time to return to my natural state of being a writer and not trying to accomplish goals that appear wholesome but are ultimately damaging to my life. Please join me as I rejoice and bask in the wonderful world of my imagination once again. Finally, I can breathe