In the beginning...

Once again I am taking a stab at this blogging thing. This is actually the third blog that I've written (the second one only had a couple posts on it. *ahem*). The reason why I have begun yet another involves something that happened to me earlier today:

So, slight back story, I am a temp working at a data processing site. Which means my day job is literally the most mind numbing thing I have ever done in my entire life. I'm grateful for the employment, but the amount of mental stimulation required is minimal at best. A guy who works there suggested to me that instead of listening to music, I listen to podcasts. Since I have been working by myself, the thought of human interaction, even in the digital format, appealed to me greatly. In searching through the innumerable amount of podcasts out there (holy crap, people! It's insane how many there are out there), I stumbled across an interview that Jenna von Oy did for the podcast Who Writes This Stuff. Curiosity struck me and I began to listen.

Now for some further back story: Way back when, I corresponded with Jenna on MySpace. Yes, MySpace. That should give you a solid clue how long ago it was. It lasted for a few months (six at the most), and then I discovered Facebook and lost all touch with her. It would surprise me immensely if she even remembers it. We talked coffee (one of my few true loves) and life. Her first CD came out during that time and I gave her my honest opinion of it. The last track is Amazing Grace and it is one of the most moving versions of the song I have ever heard. She told me the significance of it, which, unfortunately slips my mind. Anyway, I digress.

Fast back forward to today. One of the things she talked about during the interview was writing and the creative process. Especially the importance of creating and how necessary it is to artists to create. As a writer, it awoken a spark that has been dormant for far too long. I feel the most alive when I am making a creation with words. Yet, I honestly cannot recall the last time I have written something of even vague significance. Even poetry, which is pretty much my go-to when I can't write anything else, has fallen by the wayside in the pursuit of life. Which, for me, is not really living. If I'm not writing, there is a part of me missing. A void that cannot be filled any other way than to put pen to paper.

I came to the conclusion that this needs to change. I'm starting a new blog as a fresh start to a future career in writing. Also, as April is National Poetry Month and this is the last day of it, I will be writing a poem tonight, as well. This blog will be two things: one is, obviously, a place to put my life experiences and the random rumblings from my mind and, two, a gateway into me writing other things, as well.

In closing, I do have some disclaimers. Here goes:

1) I am writing this now, and will continue to do so, on my iPhone. I do not own a computer and I am constantly on the go, so this works best for me. I bring this up because of autocorrect and how "helpful" it can be. 

2. There will be swearing. I will limit my vulgarity as much as possible, but there will be times when it will be the only way I can express myself. I do apologize in advance if I offend you. 

3. I will talk about God. He is a very intricate part of my life and a solid reason why I am alive today. While there won't be any sermons from me (for I am far from worthy enough to give one), I will be bringing Him up from time to time.

4. I will be honest on here. This is my life, uncensored (for the most part). While parts are going to be funny and quixotic, others will be very dark and personal. I am an excellent example of the saying "Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future" (Oscar Wilde) and this blog will touch on both themes consistently. That, as they say, is life for you.

5. The fifth and final note for you is that you are about to enter the inner sanctum of my life and my mind. Tangents will happen frequently. The same goes for me losing track of what I was about to say mid-sentence. The memory is a wonderful thing, or so I'm told, anyway. Also, my interests are exceedingly varied and equally random. A perfect example of this was when I suffered a bit of insomnia (something I endure too much of) recently and my mind took me through a bizarre journey that started with quantum physics, which led to a possible scientific explanation on the resurrection of Christ to suddenly thinking about Elizabethan era theatre. No warning or anything. Just, boom, switch . You will be encountering this.

So, welcome to the journey, Dear Reader. Pop some popcorn and let's do this.