Web log

I lost track of why I started this online writing webpage, or blooooooogg… I really hate that word, I don’t know why, but I refuse to call my site a blog because of it. Blog… what does that mean anyways…

Back on point. I am writing this because I love research, and knowing that most people do not like research I have decided to post my researchings, that said, I will research blog and post my results:

BLOG – First, blog stands for weB LOG. According to Wikipedia [hyperlink] (under HISTORY) the term ‘blog’ was started first as “weblog” which was coined by Jorn Barger. The short form, “blog”, was coined by Peter Merholz, who jokingly broke the word weblog into the phrase we blog in the sidebar of his blog Peterme.com in April or May 1999. Shortly thereafter, Evan Williams at Pyra Labs used “blog” as both a noun and verb (“to blog”, meaning “to edit one’s weblog or to post to one’s weblog”) and devised the term “blogger” in connection with Pyra Labs’ Blogger product, leading to the popularization of the terms.

Of course the Wiki page is far more in depth, plus there are more references when you google it, but the basics are right here without fishing through entire articles to find the answer to your questions.

Actually, under the definition given, is my web page a blog? Maybe, maybe not, Does it really matter. Isn’t it just good enough to call it my web page, whether I blog or not? Does it matter? I think not. Since I don’t like the term, then I will continue to use web site, web page… whichever…

Anywho, until next time… Good day.

Deadlines

Yep, all I needed was that deadline. My next book, Dark Fate, is now being reviewed by my publisher. Hopefully there aren’t too many mistakes, although I do have a few corrections to input as soon as I get my preview copy to edit.

Next book will have a deadline, definitely.

Deadlines

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Please will someone just give me a deadline!!!

It’s been far too long and though I’m so close to the end, I find myself tweaking parts instead of just ending the darn thing.

I need someone, in charge, to sit me down and say ‘Do it by this time or we’ll publish what you have’.

I know it sounds drastic, I know it sounds totally irresponsible on my part, after all, I’m a full-grown published author, so WHY IS THIS SO HARD?

So, Rook Publishing, here is my deadline. I will have my first draft to you on or before July 10th.

There, deadline set. Now time to end this!

Fresh Starts

photo courtesy of Optometry Admissions

I’m starting fresh. I’m in a new home in a new town. New beginnings all around. Though moving after thirteen years in the same home is quite traumatic, it’s good to leave behind the gathering of useless items that seem to attach themselves after time. How does that happen?

Going through said items, I look at the mess and wonder why? Why did I keep this? What purpose did this even serve?

Thankfully I had the wherewithal to leave much of the uselessness behind; even though, as I organize my new home I find that I still have plenty to spare, but it is only a manageable drop in the bucket compared to the plethora of treasure… er… stuff… er junk… I left behind.

Still, I have much to sift through before the next move – the bigger move. I have several years to sort, organize, and/or toss the remains of a life I wish to leave behind, after all, isn’t that what ‘starting fresh’ means?

Functionality

Last time I checked I was fully functional. So, what happened? Did I lose interest? Are all my ideas gone?

No, that’s not it. Life has a way of spinning you around. All of a sudden, you can’t find the time for what you feel is important, through all the movies, TV shows, computer games… there just doesn’t seem to be time to do what you really want to do.

I am starting again. There are many quotes on succeeding through failure (just google it), Winston Churchill said “Success is going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.” He also said, “Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”

So, to thwart failure, I shall continue. I will write today, and hopefully tomorrow. I will reinvest myself in myself and go.

If I fail, then I will think like Thomas Edison and say to myself, “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” Of course, I haven’t achieved 10,000 ways of not working as of yet, but I will continue on until I do.

I am still functional, I am still interested, and I still have ideas, therefore I can continue…

Circles

I’ve hit a point in life where I feel like I’m spinning in circles. I go around and around trying to accomplish something but I end up where I began with no progress.

I know it’s temporary, I’ve stalled, it happens…

What to do; what to do?

So much to do, so little time to do it and yet I sit here spinning my wheels… stuck in the mud.

So here I am, struggling, writing something – anything down because anything is progress.

Book is not stalled, like me I’m spinning my wheels writing, erasing, writing something else – so close to the end I can taste it, but still, I am no closer.

Life is not stalled, I am pushing to move, but I feel like I’m swimming in a lake of molasses; movement is painfully slow and though I struggle, it seems like I’m being pulled back, sucked under.

So here I write; writing something – anything down because anything is progress…

Still…

I sometimes wish my life was more exciting, but then again, if it was then that would entail my participation in the excitement. Not that I don’t mind excitement, but I find that I like to control the amount of excitement that I have, and sometimes, when things get exciting, things get out of control.

Control is getting more difficult as time passes, not that it was ever very easy, it just seems that I’m tired of fighting for it. Is that why people just give up? They get tired of fighting for control that never existed in the first place?

Loss is inevitable, but to lose to oneself – to just give up on oneself… it breaks something inside us all. Love those around you mercilessly. Hold those dear to you closer and tell them how much they mean to you, you never know when you’ll never get a second chance.

Love often and speak of it more and know that you’ll be sorely missed when you’re gone!