Home is elusive. When we think about this word, we might picture different physical locations. And while home is often found on a map, it can also be less tangible: a loved one, a state of mind.
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“Call me old fashioned, but…”
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“I can’t sing, dance or act, but it never stopped me from doing any of those things”
Who am I?
Today’s assignment: Write and publish a “who I am and why I’m here” post on your blog.
Who am I?
Gun Roswell, residing in the fine city of Espoo Finland. Enjoying life as we know it (yes there is life beyond the world wide web). Enjoying travelling and trying to visit exotic places. Well if you can call visiting the cities in a fifty kilometer radius exotic, then yes.
I have been a tinker, tailor, solder, sailor… not really, but DJ, customer quack, salesperson and a duck.
I am currently acting as a blogger, storyteller, photo snapper, video doodler and a closet screenplay writer on my spare time. During the day I pretend to be an IT expert and gotten away with it for the last twenty odd years (Oops! Hope my boss isn’t reading this!).
My passion is to write, write and write some more. And maybe snap a few photos in the process.
I guess I started scribbling when I got my first crayons and started learning my alphabet around five years of age. I have been and guess still am a little shy about my writing and a lot in the closet where writing is concerned. This is actually my third attempt in writing publicly. And the second time publishing on the world wide forum of the internet.
After my first attempt to sell a screenplay with the feedback “Too American for our taste” from a Finnish production company, I stopped writing for a while. Then I restarted after the internet was invented (not!). Actually, there were no blogs nor social media way back then. Just simple handmade sites with no feedback options. That was during the dark ages where Stone knives and bearskins were common place. A chisel was needed to carve the letters in stone, no one had even heard of a computer.
Why am I here?
I truly hope this isn’t a meaning of life kind of question, because as wise as I may think I am, I don’t think I can answer that question.
But seriously, I am here to make friends.
(ANGRY BEEP!)
Wrong answer?
“This is not Bloggers best friend race!”
It’s not? Sorry my mistake.
“Cut, cut, cut!”
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“Line?”
(Muffled sound in the background) “I am here to learn to write, connect with other bloggers and get feedback on my work.”
I am here to learn to write, connect with other bloggers and get feedback on my work.
Was that OK, or do we need another take?
“It was fine.”
Are you sure? Because I think I can do better.
“It was fine! Trust me!”
OK then!
“That’s a wrap everyone!”
So that is it, me, myself and I.
Thanks for reading! You have been a great audience!
“Coffee – the finest organic suspension ever devised. It’s got me through the worst of the last three years. I beat the Borg with it”Captain Kathryn Janeway
The Four Options Of Coffee
1) Good
2) OK
3) Drinkable
4) Yak
How to recognize bad coffee:
1) Looks like tea, doesn’t taste like tea and certainly not like any coffee you’ve ever tasted!
2) Sticky gooey stuff sticks on your tongue: Looks like tar, tastes like tar!
3) Your face twitches in a funny way: Not funny good, but funny bad.
4) Coffee with milk: Except when it’s ice coffee, with lots of coffee, a little ice and hardly any milk.
You know it’s an excellent cup when the coffee is:
1) Black.
2) The spoon melts in it before you manage to stir.
3) You have a burned after taste in your mouth for several hours after your last cup of the day.
4) It’s ten o’clock in the evening and you are still drinking it.
Note: Why you would actually stop drinking coffee at any hour is beyond me!
“Writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all” Charles Bukowski
Block, What Block?
Deadline approaches
Shoving off the roaches
Clearing the table
Computer enabled
Typing, typing, typing
Trickles of sweat
On my forehead
Writing some more
Oh what a bore
Writing, writing, writing
Reading out loud
Feeling kind of proud
Even without a crowd
Sitting on a cloud
I love it
I feel uplifted
Its pure golden
Feeling bolden
Continuing my writing
Reading back
I feel the lack
Lost the right track
I am a quack
I hate it
It’s utter shit
My writing sucks
What the fuck
Almost quitting
Seems fitting
Maybe try knitting
Before I am splitting
Delete, delete, delete
Giving it a third try
Even though feeling dry
No pain no gain
I need a new aim
Writing, writing, writing
Finally done
Hesitation all gone
Task completed
Feeling depleted
Reading, reading, reading
Not half bad
Finally feeling glad
Afraid of changing my mind again
I hit send
“The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress” Philip Roth
The Four Stages
My mind racing
A mile a minute
Restless pacing
Time not infinite
Head filled
With many stories
Not too thrilled
Of those inventories
Work in progress
Rather than in press
Not an offense
Just a defense
The stages of writing
Clear in my head
Would rather be
Or staying in bed
I hate it, I love it
I am up, I am down
I am all around
Unable to commit
Now needed
Some simple planning
Write until depleted
Then only be fanning
When a task is completed
“Never give up, never surrender, full speed ahead!” Galaxy Quest, Commander Peter Quincy Taggart
Going Up?
Higher, faster, stronger
Can’t wait much longer
Without any doubts
Reaching for the clouds
Got to get up, up, up!
Never going to stop
Counting every minute
The sky is the limit
Then, out of the blue
Quite abruptly
Movement disrupted
Everything frozen
Feelings of brazen
Completely gone
Looking at the door
No route for escape
Standing there
Without a clue
My mouth agape
Pulling my hair
Eyes wide
Nowhere to hide
“Well, apparently the lift has stopped?”
“Sixteenth floor, going no higher?”
“No, next step is to be opted.”
“Guess we are out of the dire!”
“Yes, well, time to get off this ride!”
“Right! Please, after you!”
“Thank you! How kind.”
“No problem! Next stop into the queue!”
Today another milestone for this blog was achieved:
On Saturday June 6, 2015, you surpassed your previous record of most likes in one day for your posts on Rantings Of A Third Kind
A HUGE THANKS to All You Great Followers, who keep on liking what I am producing!!!
“I may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but I surely am someone’s double Vodka!”
