My Blog In the Middle of Your Net

I thought that this time around, after a long break, you deserve to learn a little bit about me.   In order for me to better myself by doing this, I’m going to look back upon something from my childhood.   This is something that isn’t necessarily a great story but it helped to shape the person that I am.   Everything that happens to a person helps to create who they become.   That’s how life works.   So here’s looking back at something from long ago, though really not long when looked at relative to a lot of people. Twelve years back, I was eight years old.   I was in the third grade.   I was just a little third grade pipsqueak going about my life with not a care in the world.   It’s a wonder children don’t live under the same stress as you live under as you age.   If I could go back to then, the problems in life would look like nothing.   My biggest problem would be waiting for recess.   Oooeeee.   That’s miniscule compare...

There is nothing like the feeling of a good walk in the nice weather.   You wear shorts and a t-shirt, go outside into a nice, sunny day.   It’s not too hot, not too cold.   The temperature is just right.   Just right.   There’s nothing like it.   There may be better things, but a nice walk in good weather is the only thing that can ever feel like a nice walk in good weather.   Believe me. I don’t know why I bring this up.   I opened up Microsoft Word and decided to just type out whatever comes to mind.   The only rule I have for this is that I can’t bullshit anything.   It all has to come from the mind, or from the heart, but it can’t be make believe.   That’s my only rule here.   Write what I write but don’t write fiction.   That’s a whole different whale altogether.   My white whale possibly. I’ve tried writing before, and I’ve been told I have potential.   My issue is that without any sort of incentive o...