Pike's Page: Bad Blogger!
Forgive me father for I have sinned. It's been two weeks since my last blog post. It wasn't a lack of time or ideas but life that kept getting in the way. 100 Hail Marys and I'm good... right?
Truth is, life has been topsy-turvy for some time now. For the past four months I've been hunting for a new home for my family. The rental market truly sucks right now. Trying to find a place big enough, not too costly, and keeping the kids in the same school district made for some heart ache. But before I continue on and force anyone to grab up the Kleenex we found a place and are signing papers this week. But prior to that I was on a non-stop quest to find a home.
Being uprooted is a bitch. It happened to me a lot as a kid. Seemed like we moved every six months. Though some times we just moved down the road or to the smaller house next door. I'm not sure of all of the details but we were pretty nomadic. My kids, however, had the luxury of being raised in a stable home (sort of). Two of the rugrats have never known anywhere else. I wanted that for them.
Now, as we start ripping through years of life we saved and tucked away, I start to see a story. All those papers from the kids school projects or awesome tests I tucked away. Notes that I jotted down and stuffed under something only to forget about it for years. Dishes hidden deep in cupboards that were never used. So much life hiding in all of these places that were forgotten. The memories begin to flood back. The good, the bad, and of course the ugly.
So much change. At times almost too much. I became a sedentary creature because of my past. Got stuck in my ways. You could call me on old fixture mounted on the wall. Change doesn't come easy. And I haven't dealt well with it. So now I see a learning experience. A chance to shake off some dust and delve into the strange and unusual. This can be a great opportunity to find some growth as a writer and learn from it. It looks like time to take this author thing more serious.
Experience is one of the greatest teachers. In my slightly less than 50 years I've experienced a great deal. As a writer, boiling down those experiences and spilling them out on the page builds better stories. Creating emotional content grabs readers and pulls them by the hair page after page. Today is a great day. Today is a prefect day to spill some blood and scribble my experiences out for all to see. Today is a prefect day to step back into the ring and go ten plus rounds with my muse and the keyboard.
Today, and every day, as life "gets in the way" I accept that and change with the flow. As Bruce Lee once said, “You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend.”
Truth is, life has been topsy-turvy for some time now. For the past four months I've been hunting for a new home for my family. The rental market truly sucks right now. Trying to find a place big enough, not too costly, and keeping the kids in the same school district made for some heart ache. But before I continue on and force anyone to grab up the Kleenex we found a place and are signing papers this week. But prior to that I was on a non-stop quest to find a home.
Being uprooted is a bitch. It happened to me a lot as a kid. Seemed like we moved every six months. Though some times we just moved down the road or to the smaller house next door. I'm not sure of all of the details but we were pretty nomadic. My kids, however, had the luxury of being raised in a stable home (sort of). Two of the rugrats have never known anywhere else. I wanted that for them.
Now, as we start ripping through years of life we saved and tucked away, I start to see a story. All those papers from the kids school projects or awesome tests I tucked away. Notes that I jotted down and stuffed under something only to forget about it for years. Dishes hidden deep in cupboards that were never used. So much life hiding in all of these places that were forgotten. The memories begin to flood back. The good, the bad, and of course the ugly.
So much change. At times almost too much. I became a sedentary creature because of my past. Got stuck in my ways. You could call me on old fixture mounted on the wall. Change doesn't come easy. And I haven't dealt well with it. So now I see a learning experience. A chance to shake off some dust and delve into the strange and unusual. This can be a great opportunity to find some growth as a writer and learn from it. It looks like time to take this author thing more serious.
Experience is one of the greatest teachers. In my slightly less than 50 years I've experienced a great deal. As a writer, boiling down those experiences and spilling them out on the page builds better stories. Creating emotional content grabs readers and pulls them by the hair page after page. Today is a great day. Today is a prefect day to spill some blood and scribble my experiences out for all to see. Today is a prefect day to step back into the ring and go ten plus rounds with my muse and the keyboard.
Today, and every day, as life "gets in the way" I accept that and change with the flow. As Bruce Lee once said, “You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend.”
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