So it’s been awhile. For some reason or another I haven’t been prone do do any real writing over the past couple of months. I tell myself it’s because I’ve been super busy with school and work and ice skating, but that’s not true at all. I tell myself that it’s because I’m busy pursuing my career as a folk musician, when in reality, I’ve written a cumulative total of 2 songs that I think are just good enough to get by over the past 5 months. I tell myself that I’ll just do it tomorrow, but then tomorrow comes and I tell myself the same thing, which eventually leads to months without doing anything productive. In reality, the reason for my lack of writing is because I kind of feel like the old couple below in terms of writing energy.
That generally won’t cut it. I want to feel alive when I write. Like the words are just flowing through me like fire out of a dragons mouth, and lately, that’s just not the way it has been.
But today I take a stand to stop that nonsense. One thing I’ve learned over the years is that sometimes in order to heat back up, you kind of just have to go for it. You hear about it all the time with super star basketball players. When they get in a funk, and are missing every shot, the great one’s keep shooting anyways until they heat back up, because eventually their shots will start to fall, and they will be remembered for that, not for the shots they missed while they were trying to heat back up. That’s my goal with beginning to write again, not that I consider myself the equivalent in terms of my writing ability to a great basketball player, but I still think it serves as a pretty good analogy.
So here it goes. Time for real writing and not semi-inspirational, semi-melancholy jargon. Last night I was feeling like something needed to be done in my life to make it worth while. So I started rummaging around my head for something life changing to do. My first idea was to pack all my room mates into a car and drive to the nearest Indian Casino wearing our finest garb to go strike it rich (or lose 40 dollars) at the black jack table. I scurried around the room, pleading my case that it would be a blast and we would all get rapper rich, and then buy our own island with a moat around it. They initially we’re all like “yeah, sounds great”. But as anyone who has ever come up with any good idea knows, even though people say they agree with you and want to participate in the making of a memory, they really don’t, that they would rather sit on a couch and watch sports. As you may have guessed from my frunstrational foreshadowing, my room mates proceeded to sit on the couch and watch a football game, and then during the commercials, change it to a baseball game, meanwhile I was still frantically scurrying around the room trying to rally the troops, and even though I was William Wallace like during the Braveheart speech, they were like old shoes on a rainy day.
I went to my room. I would have none of their nonsense, so I went to my room, put on my explorer goggles and went out to explore the world…via Google Earth. It was great. I traced to Nile all the way from the Mediterranean to it’s origins, then find the straights of Magellan, then went to the Galapagos Islands. I felt like an old sea explorer that opened up Pandora’s box and was given unlimited wandering powers.
Eventually one of my room mates and his friend came to his senses and wanted to go live life. There’s a local castle here in the Glendora that some guy built back in the 50’s, but it’s a legit castle. Check it out here. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubel_Castle. Our goal, to infiltrate the castle walls and check it out, and maybe even ring the bell in the bell tower. By this time it was about 9:30 so we headed over there and tried hopping over the 8 foot tall cinderblock wall that surrounds the property of which the castle is inside, which wasn’t too hard, but there was all sorts of cars going by cramping our style, so we decided it would be best to head back home and come back later in the evening.
Around midnight we decided to go back and try our luck again. We climbed over the first wall and down a tree only to be encountered by a large tin building. Luckly there was no one in the building except for mute ghosts. We then creeped along the first wall until we found the actual castle that we we’re really trying to get into. The walls we’re about 30 feet high and my room mate began to scale up the cobblestones. I began to climb a tree that was along the wall and met him at the top. Anyways, we made our way along the top (which was covered in broken glass as to get us to make a bunch of noise by accidentally kicking it off and letting fall to the bottom) to a roof top, then to a tower only to find nothing but locked doors blocking all the exits. We wandered around for about another 15 minutes before we realized that there was no real hope of doing anything more without having to destroy property(door locks), which we weren’t all about. So we made our way back to the tree, then down and out of the property and back to our home. Mission Success.
In the end it would seem that it was a good thing that I didn’t get my way in the beginning, because if I had, the best case scenario is that I walk out of the casino a few hundred dollars richer, but as it stands, I made one hell of a memory which when I’m on my death bed, will probably be worth quite a bit more.