Category Archives: Writing

Suffering from a Lack of Life

January 12, 2015 (Mon)

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Often times when I’m alone with my own thoughts, I find it hard to relax and just enjoy my free time without feeling guilty that I’m not doing something more constructive with my life. It must be residual guilt from my younger days as a student.

Don’t get me wrong, I find plenty of time to waste my time. I play an excess of video games, I watch hours of YouTube, I shop online for deals on paintball gear, and I browse Reddit like it’s a second job. There are plenty of things I enjoy doing when I find some quiet time, but they all inspire this pervasive sense of guilt within me for not doing more with my life.

On Meaning, Entropy, and “Meh”

January 6, 2015 (Tue)

KZ

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Ah hell, I don’t know what to say anymore. All I ever seem to do is repeat myself, which is mainly the reason why I’ve stopped writing for a good long while. I don’t miss it all that much, to be perfectly honest with you. Call me a man without motivation. I have a mouth, but I can’t be bothered to scream.

You Shall Not Sit

February 23, 2014 (Sun)

KZ

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30 Minus 2 Days of Writing (2014)

Day 23: “There are things”
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There are many things that need to be said. Unfortunately, this February has been an especially busy month for me, and I haven’t found much time to sit down and write it all out. I’ve also neglected to visit my fellow challenge participants’ blogs for over a week now, which makes me kind of a jerk.

The Silence of Futile Screams

February 11, 2014 (Tue)

KZ

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30 Minus 2 Days of Writing (2014)

Day 10: “Zombies”
Day 11: “Succubus”
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For years, I’ve been revisited by a recurring dream that always leaves me unsettled and frustrated when I wake up. I guess you could call it a nightmare. I never remember much about these dreams except for a few recurring details, some blurry impressions, and the emotions I’ve felt in broad strokes.

Do You, Mr. Jones?

February 9, 2014 (Sun)

KZ

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30 Minus 2 Days of Writing (2014)

Day 9: “Dylan”
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It feels like Bob Dylan is singing directly to me whenever I listen to “Ballad of a Thin Man”. Granted, I’m not as thin as I used to be, and my last name isn’t Jones, but I have often felt like an outsider looking in on the world, documenting what I see but never fully understanding the things I observe around me. I guess that’s why I find it so hard to write fiction, even though I’ve always dreamed of completing a novel.

Musings of a Sentimental Drunk

February 5, 2014 (Wed)

KZ

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30 Minus 2 Days of Writing (2014)

Day 5: “The empty bottle”
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I was struggling with today’s writing prompt, so I decided to mine my old writing journal for something worthwhile. I came across something that I had drunkenly jotted down nearly ten years ago back when I was kid in my early twenties. I wrote it when I was at a party at a friend’s house where there were lots of people, plenty of beer, three guitars, and a joyful consensus of enthusiasm for group singing. I tend to get sentimental when I drink — and during those moments of shared joy, something moved me to commemorate the moment in the only way I knew how to.

A Forgotten, but Familiar Tune

July 17, 2013 (Wed)

KZ

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There is a line in that old Outkast song, “Rosa Parks“, that has long been echoing in my mind since 1998. Said baby boy you only funky as your last cut You focus on the past your ass’ll be a has what Damn straight, Dré. Every time I take a break from blogging, the moments […]

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