So much for sleeping. It's nearly 0500. I just slept a little over two hours. First a video to get us started. Actually more like a song with a picture that doesn't change at all. The other videos are actual videos, if that's any consolation. Enjoy.
I've decided I need to write. Not just a blog, either. Which brings us to my constant problem - about what? Well, me, naturally. That's easy enough. As much as I'd love to do something entirely fictional, it's simply not going to happen - it might, later, but only once I've purged some things and made a complete spectacle of myself in print. This has been blatantly obvious to me for some time, hence my hesitation. But, it must be done if I'm ever going to get my shit together and make something happen as far as legitimate writing goes. So, I've spent the last half an hour of restless sleeplessness trying to figure out what period of my life I should draw from. I've decided on Nevada. Wyoming is still a little overwhelming for me, but I'm sure it'll be addressed in a prequel. I can definitely isolate and get lost in the Nevada era without having to cover Wyoming or Ohio first. I could probably do the same with Alaska, but that might be better suited as a closer to the trilogy or bridge to the later installations if I decide to continue forward. I'm thinking probably not. A trilogy is pushing it already. In any case, I've decided on my time period. It's definitely one of the most turbulent and chaotic chapters of me. It was also one of the more enjoyable. It was absolutely one of the few places as crazy - if not slightly crazier - than me. Speaking of crazy... here's another Sky Ferreira music video interlude featuring Michael Madsen. Yeah, I know: crazy.
I'm tired, but restless. That's a perfect metaphor for my entire life. I'm too angsty to sleep and too tired to be any use at doing any actual work on this project, so it's aimlessly wandering the internet and letting my mind spin wildly out of control. I'm taking notes whenever it ventures somewhere interesting and useful. Hopefully, those notes aren't complete insomniac gibberish. I'll keep you posted of any progress. This definitely seems like something that I have to get out of my system to be able to do anything worthwhile. I think I could write an entire manuscript of only my humorous mishaps with animals and appliances, but it'll be much easier to market once I crank out a library of auto-biographies. I always knew it would happen this way. I've just been seriously fighting it. In the meantime, I'm trying to wrap my head around being seventeen again. Hmmmmm. One last music video? Certainly.
Fun fact: my friend Tommy (featured via comments relayed from facebook in my recent post, Trying too hard.) is from Nevada. Still lives there, actually. Maybe I'll enlist his help in recreating that landscape.
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