Back to My Writing Roots

Suddenly feeling a creative writing buzz coming about.

This may be something I delete in time, depending on how it looks to me in a day/week/month, but here goes nothing.

I promise I'm not drunk, just inspired to write.

My Fuel

Like the best detective educating the sleuth,
It always helps to hear the truth.
No matter how hard it is to take,
It's only as bad as you want to make it.

Living in a world of fiction
Creates a state of confusion and friction.
They say the truth will set you free
But many worry about at what cost it will be.

Save me the sugar coat, I'm not hungry nor cold.
I'll sail on another boat. Gonna take this poker hand and fold it
Into the muck. Ran out of luck.
Like a Big Wheel facing a Monster Truck.

You thought I might find another word to rhyme in those above lines there.
The truth is, I just don't care.
Right now, I'm empowered by my sharpest tool-
The gift of word - my energy, my fuel.

Walkin' About Their Generation

I haven't had any good topics to write about lately, but after taking about a mile walk around the neighborhood (as part of my regimen that my physical therapist said I should move around more), one came to mind - and sure enough, it has to do with the topic of neighborhoods.

Remember those days your parents told you about, with them playing with their friends outside in their neighborhood, goofing around and having a good time on a daily basis? Hell, you may even remember it yourself with your youth, playing kickball or baseball or some activity that actually took place outside and proved that people actually lived in the neighborhood.

Nowadays, you're lucky to see kids outside. Everyone knows the culprits of this - video games, technology that would have seemed unfathomable 60 years ago and will seem ancient in about 5 years, computers, fear of idiots who roam the world, Gary Glitter, and so forth. There's not too many times I drive around in the late afternoon or early evening (whether it be during school months or not) where I have to worry about kids playing outside and getting in the way of my car.

In my short evening walk, it was nice to see people outside and kids being active. It seems to be the exception to the rule these days. I miss the days of my youth going outside all the time and participating in whatever sport we wanted to play at the time. It seems like this may be the generation of kids that will never have that to miss since they never experienced it like past generations did.

I hope my future walks will show me that maybe I've been observing life on the wrong blocks and people go out more often than I realize.

99 blog postings but bitching ain't one

Blogs - But Bitching Ain't One (Ok, that may be false)

Anyone who knows me knows that I am a numbers person. I have been since my youth, learning how to calculate batting averages at the age of 5. It's probably why I got so good at math and can do most basic math problems (within reason) in my head quickly. The bifocals were the perfect outfit for a math nerd like me, although I never did get into the pocket protector phase of my life (thank god).

Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah - numbers. As much as I like to write, my need of numbers in life (mainly just through sports statistics) is undeniable. The reaching of triple digit blogs within a 10 month timeframe was something I never set out to do. In fact, I thought I was gonna give up writing this blog around December (did for a while) and then again in February. Whether it be just to educate people on certain goings-ons in my life or just to write for my own release, I've found a lot of different subjects to write about.


At first I thought it might just end up being about sports and gambling (and it may go more towards that when football season starts). However, I've branched out into general topics that get more views than I expected. It seems most people have connected most with my personal pieces - my grandma poem (rest in peace Grandma) and short write-up on my dad's cataract surgery and picture accompanying it have been my most read pieces.

I never know who reads this thing, but I have an idea of the few people who read it a lot. I do like people coming up to me at social gatherings and telling me they read this because it gets me motivated to write more. As the blogs keep getting posted, please let me know your opinions about my opinions or my writing style or whatever it is that you wish to discuss. I enjoy getting feedback (both positive and negative) because it means that you're actually reading it and giving somewhat of a damn to what I'm saying or writing.

Thanks for the motivation to write, and hopefully I'll be able to keep at this to get up to 999 and beyond.

Peace.