How often have you been confused? Walked down a lonely path not knowing which way to turn? When out of the mist of dreams comes a shining light - with a feminine form of a muse that makes you a free man? All the more important when your own name - or rather MY name, Andrew, means 'masculine'?
I'm not really asking you, oh gentle reader... I'm merely pondering the fates that has lead me down the dark, desert highway and yea as I walk through the valley of death, I shall fear no evil...
What the hell does all that mean? Someone knows, hopefully.
But when my alarm goes off at 7AM and I awake from a feverish dream, I re-set the alarm for 8:30AM.
It's Friday, October 25, 1991 here in Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken, Japan... and I'm sick. I've been homesick, woman sick, and even drunk sick (once)... perverse sick a few times, too... but this is the first time I think I have a cold... or a flu... whichever one makes you feel bad.
I'm sick... and I am soooo not going in to work at the OBOE (Ohtawara Board of Eduication) office today. Don't get me wrong... I love being a junior high assistant English teacher on the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme.. but not enough to even pretend I'm a spunky guy.
When the phone rings later, I crawl over and answer it. It's Hanazaki-san - my friend and boss at the OBOE. I tell him I'm sick and then ask him what time it is. He says 9:30AM. Damn! I must have set the real time rather than the alarm time...
I'm unsure why Matthew phones met at 1:30PM, but he did. To wake me up, I suppose... so I do. I get up and watch TV... he comes over with a Mosburger... I eat while we watch a video - and then perhaps satisfied that I'm not going to die, he leaves. I go back to bed and sleep... and dream.
I awake at 10PM - pretty feverish, but feeling okay enough to grab a pen and a paper and begin writing.
I write a short story. I actually have three more in my head... but the one I wrote... it's appearing about 8 hours after this particular blog. Just one word of advice to fellow writers out there... never do a serial killer story and write it in the first-person and use elements from your own life.
Obviously I'm not a serial killer or even a violent person, and despite being a man (IE sexist pig), I respect woman and would harm any man I know who would hurt a woman. Anyhow... over the next few days I wrote the three other stories... each was written in a completely different style and had characters that had no business being near each other. The story to appear next was written in the 1st person... one was written in the 2nd person like the book Bright Lights Big City (which I had just finished reading two days ago)... one was in the 3rd person... and the last one was written in something I call the 4th-person. I have no idea if it's a style or not, but we hear the story of a person not in the room... from two people having a conversation about them. I have no idea where that idea - or any of the ideas I write about come from.
Submitted for your (dis)approval in the next blog is the short story: The Killer In My Head. And just so you know... I decided to combine all four of the stories and turn it into a 20 chapter+ novella, and a month or so later, it was when I thought that I would like to become a writer some day. And tonight, in my fever... this is where it began.
Somewhere wondering WHY he called me at 1:30 on a work day and could come over,
Andrew 'was I dreaming?' Joseph
Today's blog title is by Kansas. The lead singer is a madman!!!! I could make a Wizard of Oz joke for a good friend of mine, but no. I love this song as the opening theme for the TV show Supernatural. Watch it. Buy the DVDs. Borrow mine!
I'm not really asking you, oh gentle reader... I'm merely pondering the fates that has lead me down the dark, desert highway and yea as I walk through the valley of death, I shall fear no evil...
What the hell does all that mean? Someone knows, hopefully.
But when my alarm goes off at 7AM and I awake from a feverish dream, I re-set the alarm for 8:30AM.
It's Friday, October 25, 1991 here in Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken, Japan... and I'm sick. I've been homesick, woman sick, and even drunk sick (once)... perverse sick a few times, too... but this is the first time I think I have a cold... or a flu... whichever one makes you feel bad.
I'm sick... and I am soooo not going in to work at the OBOE (Ohtawara Board of Eduication) office today. Don't get me wrong... I love being a junior high assistant English teacher on the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme.. but not enough to even pretend I'm a spunky guy.
When the phone rings later, I crawl over and answer it. It's Hanazaki-san - my friend and boss at the OBOE. I tell him I'm sick and then ask him what time it is. He says 9:30AM. Damn! I must have set the real time rather than the alarm time...
I'm unsure why Matthew phones met at 1:30PM, but he did. To wake me up, I suppose... so I do. I get up and watch TV... he comes over with a Mosburger... I eat while we watch a video - and then perhaps satisfied that I'm not going to die, he leaves. I go back to bed and sleep... and dream.
I awake at 10PM - pretty feverish, but feeling okay enough to grab a pen and a paper and begin writing.
I write a short story. I actually have three more in my head... but the one I wrote... it's appearing about 8 hours after this particular blog. Just one word of advice to fellow writers out there... never do a serial killer story and write it in the first-person and use elements from your own life.
Obviously I'm not a serial killer or even a violent person, and despite being a man (IE sexist pig), I respect woman and would harm any man I know who would hurt a woman. Anyhow... over the next few days I wrote the three other stories... each was written in a completely different style and had characters that had no business being near each other. The story to appear next was written in the 1st person... one was written in the 2nd person like the book Bright Lights Big City (which I had just finished reading two days ago)... one was in the 3rd person... and the last one was written in something I call the 4th-person. I have no idea if it's a style or not, but we hear the story of a person not in the room... from two people having a conversation about them. I have no idea where that idea - or any of the ideas I write about come from.
Submitted for your (dis)approval in the next blog is the short story: The Killer In My Head. And just so you know... I decided to combine all four of the stories and turn it into a 20 chapter+ novella, and a month or so later, it was when I thought that I would like to become a writer some day. And tonight, in my fever... this is where it began.
Somewhere wondering WHY he called me at 1:30 on a work day and could come over,
Andrew 'was I dreaming?' Joseph
Today's blog title is by Kansas. The lead singer is a madman!!!! I could make a Wizard of Oz joke for a good friend of mine, but no. I love this song as the opening theme for the TV show Supernatural. Watch it. Buy the DVDs. Borrow mine!
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