Thinking Thoughts

I haven't been blogging as much as of late. I've been trying to figure my head out. 

Well that takes a lifetime and I've felt as though I've lived five in only a few months time.  So basically I stepped away from the internet enough to keep moving my  head forward.

I've got a lot of ambition. I've got a lot of dreams. You can't expect it all to happen overnight. I know this. You just got to let magic be.

I can't wait to have this book of mine in a printed format so that anyone interested can read it. 

I've been watching a lot of "Through The Wormhole with Morgan Freeman". It's fascinating. Scientific questioning provokes my artistic soul even more.

Aside from all that I'm trying to establish this clothing line... A collective if you will. That's a thing that will be more successfully completed in 2014 and it's quite the undertaking. It's exciting though.

I've been drawing a lot and scribbling out little fragments for what the next book will be on. I am fairly set on finding a new job. I still want to make coffee, but locally not for the machine. 

The machine pays me well, but I think that moment is over. I need to connect with people on a more intimate level and do my part to ensure I am protecting Mother Earth to appease my conscience. That's a heavy burden to carry.

Well that's all I know to say now. I need to drink more coffee, read some books, do some wandering, and such.

I also need to find this bike seat that I misplaced somewhere in my house so I can get around town quicker. I had it. Where would I have sat it down? I do this way  too often.

Well.. bye interwebs. Happy Adventuring! 

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Morning Coffee and Thoughts and Ramblings

I'm drinking my coffee and listening to Augustana. It's been a while. At one point this was my "one cool Florida morning of the year, day off, fantasize about living in Portland, Oregon" music.

Well that time has come and gone. I've found my wonderland, my forest, and things are happening just like I always knew they would. Yes I knew it all along. Every last bit of it. 

Hey I have a book being published in the matter of weeks! That's fucking awesome! Excuse my language! I swear it's the only word with the grit of my excitement. I wish "marshmallow" or "bubbles" had the same impact but they do not.

Last night I met up with all the people from the Starbucks I've worked at since February. I love(d) them all. That's some scary stuff. To love someone is to guarantee their departure. 

Nothing is forever.

That's what they say.

Who is they?

All of you. 

That's okay.

I've been casting magic long before I understood my own voodoo.

Well I get it now. 

I do.

I really do.

Also this clothing line thing of mine is going well. Getting lots of positive feedback. I would just like to nail down a few more preorders before December 1st so get those orders in people! 

Now that this first book is almost officially done...

I've seen physical proofs. I know the edits are minor. I expect to have a release day really soon. I hope you purchase a copy and attempt to understand my fragmented mind a little better.

But what I was saying.. now that it's almost done... I've really begun digging into the plot of the next book. I've shared the ideas for the story with a lot of you but I can't wait to convey it properly.

I'm running out of attention span and should try and organize my house. There are clutter stacks everywhere. I've decided I need shelves to hang to my wall.

I love my forest very much. Thank you all of you for your support in my endeavors.

Stay magical and never quit dreaming. Never.

Distracted But Still Intact.

So my notebook is full to the point of no more writings. Technically there is space but I feel it needs to be done. You know?

New notebooks are kind of like reincarnation. You get a new start but there's always that same basis. Which is the entire reason you write.

Whether that's to share a story, peace of mind, or maybe you just like the look of the lines. For me that's discovery. Discovery about me and the world around me. 

All that to say I need to buy a new notebook/sketchpad thing, but I can't do that until Tuesday.

All of that I would normally be doodling or writing weird words right now but I can't so instead I'm sharing this with you as it pops in my head.

Rearranging some of the sentences of course. 

It makes a better story that way. It's actually more reality. Is that what a blog is? 

I think of it as a digital time capsule closet. 

The real reason I began writing this is to say how beautifully distracting Tame Impala is. That's why I can't read. My mind just wants to wander to other worlds and things.

This Waypost

This evening I wandered to Skidmor/North Mississippi Avenue. I wandered up and down the streets before returning to The Waypost on North Williams Avenue which is approximately 4 blocks from my house.

There are quite a number of micro realities between just here and there. I wish I could tell you about all of them, but I'm sure I'll go back. 

I had to get back to The Waypost, it was the whole reason I left. 

I had convinced myself to walk on. It was worth it. I don't question that. But also I had to get back for the time there was well spent.

I returned close to 8pm maybe. Honestly I don't think I know when, but I had 3 beers and some nachos, not necessarily in that order. They were nothing extraordinary (the nachos), but that's okay I'm ready to go back. 

There were many attractive people and good songs to be heard. I read through a comic from Jackie Jones and read a few pages in The Red Book. 

Now I think will rest. Eat some beans and drift to a world narrated by music or maybe Sleepy Hollow with Johnny Depp. Yeah that sounds right. I'll do that. Sleepy Hollow it is. Goodnight.

My Morning

Grab a cup of coffee and sit still for just under 45 minutes and let your brain wander and expand. This is just one of many episodes of "Through the Wormhole with Morgan Freeman".  As of now I'm halfway through Season 2 of 4.

I highly recommend this series to anyone who wants to expand the way they look and think about the world(s) around us.