I Kan't Spell

 
Chapter 1 is done...

It wasn't too bad - - it made me cry and it made me laugh. It's 19 pages which I think is a healthy chunk - -Nothing like writing autobiographical bullshit to make you feel full of yourself. Some names are changed but this far it has the feel of a David Sedaris type prose - -obviously not as good and no...metaphorical lisp.

The next chapter is called "Jostled... until I cried."

I hope all is well out there in the world. The house is coming together sweetly and feels like home. I wanted to thank of all of you who read this for coming to the housewarming party and for all the gifts. I hadn't thrown a party (proper one) since I was like 19 so it was strange but I think everyone had a pretty solid time. Erin and I are heading to my estranged Uncle's for the 4th of July - wish us luck...and then it's off to the races with weddings, 30th bday parties, vacations, etc... until the end of summer and into fall. It's been a wild '09 thus far and is shaping up to be the best year of my life.

Unfortunately though - - the last chapter ends with... well... who says it really has to end... lol -
Link posted by JVMM : 3:46 PM

 
Memoirs of a Lower Middle Class Man Looking at 30

There has been this gnawing aching feeling in the back of my head to just let my fingers crush a keyboard. Since I stopped drinking and general tom foolery my brain has come back to life... (only when I get things under control at work though - kind of like today).

I doubt anyone would want to read it but I feel like my story is one that should be put down on paper. I think it's funny. I think I can write about it truly and I think that too many of the great people I know aren't written about enough. I also think it'll be so brutally honest and self deprecating and outwardly attacking to some - that I'll have to keep it a secret and just have it for me. I may release the chapter titles and excerpts from time to time.

I finished a 60 page short story not too long ago about a fat outcaste headed to college. He ended up shooting his best friend by accident and marrying his mother's best friend...and found out that I didn't like the story that much - - also my writing partner - Douglas - sort of disappeared on me. But - this time - it feels different.

I'd like to finish it for my 30th birthday and give it to myself and then burn it or publish it under a different name. Well self-publish it. BTW - my editor wants to publish my marketing articles. LOL I don't think they are that good but you feel free to be a judge. http://www.moneymorningaffiliates.com/ - they are under the recent articles section in the bottom right

Either way - I'd like to start writing more that I'm in a good place with work, house, love, and life. I'd like to take time to reflect and jot down some of these amazing memories of mine before they all sort of melt away into bedtime stories.

I hope everyone out in cyber world is well and I know I would love to see or speak to some of you that I have not seen or spoken to in quite some time.

All my best - and truly yours,
Bret


p.s. - the first chapter is called "The Dukes of Hazard and the Marvelous Memory of a Mistake"
Link posted by JVMM : 7:15 PM

 
Before the Deluge

Some of them were dreamers
And some of them were fools
Who were making plans and thinking of the future
With the energy of the innocent
They were gathering the tools
They would need to make their journey back to nature
While the sand slipped through the opening
And their hands reached for the golden ring
With their hearts they turned to each others heart for refuge
In the troubled years that came before the deluge

Some of them new pleasure
And some of them knew pain
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth
They went flying around in the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
And exchanged loves bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in the moment they were swept before the deluge

Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal its secrets by and by
By and by--
When the light thats lost within us reaches the sky

Some of them were angry
At the way the earth was abused
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them
Only to be confused
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
In the naked dawn only a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge

Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal its secrets by and by
By and by--
When the light thats lost within us reaches the sky
Link posted by JVMM : 8:55 AM

 
France

I will be in France from the 6th - 14th - so... yep - it's not the France you are thinking about with like French stuff - imagine Pennsylvania - the middle of it - and then plop some French people there and have good food... that's the part of France I'm headed to... which is nice... but you know... I like a nice urban adventure more than anything...

BonAveraderWeidersehen

If you want something - I'll have to buy it at the airport because apparently you can't bring pretty much anythign french food wise back unless it's at the airport and in which case you may as well just be in the international aisle at wegmans...
Link posted by JVMM : 4:37 PM