There is no mystery to me.

I am simple as time and as endless as your last breath.

If you give me a moment I will dazzle you. I am constant and true.

Though waves have never crashed so hard in fury, you will never find a more endless sea of forgiveness.

Rest a while in my wake and you will find calm.

~J~

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To Book or To Blog

I like to imagine myself as one who can do everything but, in reality, I’m a much simpler beast than that. Trying to force myself into the over-achiever I’m really not, generally becomes “all equals nothing”, which leads to inevitable disappointment which turns into a messy apartment while I binge watch TV with Cheetos in my hair. (Ok…I’ve never actually ended up with Cheetos in my hair but I can’t say it hasn’t been close!)

So while I’ve ignored my blog for a looonnggg while I can at least report that doing so allowed me the brain power to WRITE A FRIGGIN BOOK!! 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

Yeah baby!! I did that! and F*** did it feel good when I was “finished”!

Why the quotes on finished? hahaha oh – that’s because I only finished the first draft….which I’m coming to call just a really fleshy outline now that I’ve begun my first re-write. Yup, I said RE-WRITE…and yup I said FIRST…

You hear all the time writer’s who have done 3, 5, or 7 drafts but it’s a whole other level of comprehension when you begin it yourself – and I started this book during NaNo 2015…and I just finished my fleshy outline this past February.

Needless to say my focus was all on that. I only made it to 13 thousand words through NaNo, so I was far from finished, but it was more that I had ever written on one piece so I was super stoked. I decided that, no matter what, I would finish the book regardless of whether or not anyone ever saw it or how long it took.

And Highfive me cause I did 🙂

Straight after NaNo that year some real world things happened and I put almost all writing aside, save some journal-ing and a few random posts here and there.Throughout the whole process (2+ years) I was also using my time to learn about all the points of story telling that weren’t my forte and learning terms, strategies, and structures that, in some cases, I just did inherently.

There were a MILLION times I wanted to blog about it but I was busy making my own notes and, as stated before, I’m a simple beast. I once came back to my blog to write something, decided I hated the look of my site and promptly went back to Faceb…I mean writing my story… 🙂

Moral of THIS story? Some people CAN do it all….but it’s not for everyone and if you really want something, don’t be afraid to choose Option B: Nothing Else But…

 

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Where to now?

He took a sharp turn to the right and I looked at him quizzically. “Where are you going?” A sly smile stretched across his handsome face, “I’m showing you a new road.” He said with a bit of sarcastic tone. I couldn’t really blame him though as I had only just boasted about knowing all of the two roads in town by heart already.

He was bombing up a little hill and I somehow knew that if the moon were out tonight I would be seeing a grand view of the dark water and Mountain Island in the distance once we reached the top.

As we started coming down the other side I peered out into the darkness as he described where this road went.  He was slowing down and was making a u turn to head back to town but his hand slipped on the gear shift and then I felt the tires hit the gravel of the shoulder.  I turned my head to the right and closed my eyes, awaiting the abrupt jolt of the car when he hit the brake or when the tire logged itself securely over the lip of the ditch.

Then I waited for us to hit a tree as I felt the back end of the car tip down, pulling us backward and down.

I opened my eyes briefly when the moment of impact had passed and nothing had happened.

I saw the stars in the sky through the windshield; they weren’t bright and shining. They were dim little dots against a black sky and the angle of the car now made it like I was lying on my back looking up at the quiet night.

I closed my eyes again waiting for the big crash I was sure was coming now. Maybe there were rocks we would hit? I didn’t know this road so had no idea but I worried briefly about my back that was still aching from the muscle I’d twisted in it the day before. I tried to tell myself to relax so the final hit wouldn’t do much more damage.

I heard a ragged, scared breath from the driver’s seat.

There were no words or screaming but I knew then that we wouldn’t be hitting the ditch, or a tree or even a mighty outcropping of rocks. We would fall into the sea and that would be it.

I opened my eyes once more to the sky.

And then I went away.

Y Xennials?

I read recently that a micro-generation born between 77 and 83 is a thing. This small fraction in history has a life experience it can call all it’s own.

With an “analog childhood and digital adult hood” this generation, my generation, has been most fortunate in being in the right place at the right time. We’ve been able to navigate, successfully, the dawn of the Digital Age and this changing landscape of technology because we were young enough to assimilate the information with our still developing psyches.  We are also able to still feel that embracing warmth of the past and can relate easily to the emotions and traditions of our predecessors.

Just as we were moving on to higher education and the early career stages of our lives, technology was there to make it all the more palatable by making digital information available for the masses.

We felt the digital wave as a trickle. We heard of things being possible before they were because we were the ideal market that every magazine and tv station coveted; so they spoon fed us the information, and made jokes to soften the blow of things we struggled with.

Since we were alive at the birth of the Information Age, it’s no wonder we question things so often.  In fact – we used to be called Generation Y. ‘Cause after X…you get Y….

This Generation Y tab was replaced with Millennial…but then so many people couldn’t relate with that completely, there had to be some further study.

Which leads us back to the Xennial term being foisted out.

How are we different from Millennial’s? Why does our generation deserve a special call out?

Because we had to adjust to it,  unlike our slightly younger counterparts who grew up with it. It’s a significant difference.

Maybe the Millennial’s can commiserate with the struggle and anticipated shrieking of dial up internet, but they had to jump on the digital train much earlier in their lives than we did when their identities were just beginning to take shape. We already had a whole identity formed, deeply ingrained with the “old school” way of things, when technology began to run things.

This gave us a truly unique perspective on the integration of incredible technology into our lives. Just cynical enough, as our previous generation, and just optimistic enough to be not too far behind the marginally younger generation.

I think as technology speeds up, so will our definition of generations have to and what defines the culture of that moment. We move too fast for a span of 20 years to be able to accurately depict the times of all the people involved.

Just my thoughts.

Jx

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