500 Words A Day--Day 1

To give you some sort of idea of what this whole journey is going to be like, I originally planned on titling this little effort “1000 Words A Day” but I got tired just thinking about that much writing so I have decided to shoot for 500 or so words. That’s not to say that some days I won’t end up with diarrhea of the keyboard and throw down 2500 words if I really get on a roll, but there will be PLENTY of other days where I don’t feel like writing anything so forcing myself to drop even 500 words will be a chore. So there.

“So what’s the point of doing this silly thing and writing 500 words every day?” you may ask. Well, you can ask it all you want but that doesn’t mean I am going to come up with a good answer for you. I am notorious for starting stuff that I never finish (for example, just in the time it took me to write the sentence you are reading up to the beginning of the parenthesis I took a long drink of water, scratched my head, looked at my “1000 Places To See Before You Die” calendar, decided I don’t really have any desire to go to Borneo even if the Mengkabong River flows peacefully through the shadow of Mount Kinabalu National Park, ripped the page off the calendar, threw it away, pet my dog and ate like six bites of tuna and pasta). NOTORIOUS I said. I know that was a long sentence if you include all of the crap I did while writing it, so I will forgive you if you need to backtrack and re-read it.

Yesterday I hit rock bottom as far as getting nothing done with my life. I know, I know, I’ve done nothing with my life up until yesterday already, so what was one more day, right? Well, one more day is one more day I have wasted. During my lifetime I have wanted to be (in no particular order): a fireman, the Lone Ranger, a television director for the David Letterman Show, a rapper, a music producer, the owner of a record label, a screenwriter, a radio personality, a bar owner, a restaurant owner, a chef (yeah right, you should smell this tuna and pasta mixture, it literally smells like death), an author, a stuntman, etc. In fact, I could probably take care of all of today’s 500 words just by listing stuff I have wanted to be at some point in my life.

Now, for what I have done with my life: I work in retail. That’s it. NOT EVEN CLOSE!

So, since I think the most rational thing I could possibly choose to be besides the Lone Ranger (that’s easy, just grab a sweet mask, a couple of six-shooters and a dope light blue cowboy outfit and I’m set to go solve some crimes and confuse people on who I am) is an author. Now what I author will be up for debate because I will mostly be working on screenplays since I have like 6 of them in different states of development and none of them has gone any further that one sentence in the last 3 months (thanks to my staggering output of ONE SENTECE yesterday).

They say if you want to write, write. So I’m writing. 500 words a day. We’ll see how this one goes.