Heroes in the fight

..Or so says the cup that I am drinking coffee in currently - it's from NAMI, the National Alliance on Mental Illness, and it is 2x the size of a regular mug, so there's the benefit in it of itself.

I am working on redoing the blog a little - see last post - in order to make it a more expressive place for me I suppose, but also to make it a bit more accessible. I edited a few former posts a bit and took out the Narrative post entirely, except for the title, to commemorate the day when I started writing what may well be the second book I have attempted to author, and the first I have begun to write in adulthood.

While I was typing away the original "Narrative 1 Bowie" it ended up being a good 7 full pages of text and I had delusions of grandeur as I imagined Stephen King critiquing my work and thinking it not too bad. After reading his books, I often think how amazing it would be to write like that, both talent-wise and as a profession, where you slowly go mad imagining false worlds and your boss - you - never has to tell you, "No, you can't say it that way," or "No, that absolutely can't happen," because it's fiction, and it can. Of course, there's always an editor in life I suppose. But at any rate, I always figured if I ever wrote a published book, it would be a non-fiction commentary sort of thing, based on the profession I was in or a life experience close to my field of work. Fiction would be so much more rich though. A fantasy lifestyle of waking up a 1 in the afternoon and with my "Heroes in the fight" mug, beginning to make up some BS that will pay the bills and take us all on a vacation when we re-read it. That'd be nice. Maybe I will have a mental break one of these days and start doing that.