The eve

Christmas Eve family get together.

Food!!!!

I made foods!!!!!! Eat!!!!

Editing

Never in my life have I enjoyed more is the process of critique and editing. I mean don't get me wrong I enjoy other things in life. And many of them.
Anyway, I'm writing short stroies and I'm editing them. One at a time. Very fun, more so than I thought originally.

Making time for everything.

The best advice I ever read or got was from author Stephen King. "If you don't read and write 6-8 hours a day you will never be a good writer."
I find that advice applies to anything and everything for skill or job wise. So I've been coming up with a solid schedule to hammer down for both writing and art. While of course living, going to work, and sleeping.
Its sound advice but to be taken with a grain of salt on most days. Why? Limitations, procrastination, laziness, and fear. "That shouldn't stop you from doing it?" Of course it shouldn't, and it definitely should not. That's why I made a sign that says "you should be working". I read a little a day now, I'm going for one step at a time so as to not get bored, and to work one page at a time until it starts to flow better. I have a tendency to over do it but jumping straight in, which is why I haven't done so in a while. I'm trying to treat it seriously and respectfully by not overwhelming myself or the quality of work.

Leaps and boundaries.

Take everyday as a step. Take everyday as a leap. Take everyday as a new experience.

Live art during book signing of Dwayne Wade.

Social monster.

I've begun my steps to become a social networking monster.
Twitter, linkedin, foursquare, WordPress, and more to come soon. As well as artwork.

Recent work

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I feel like everytime I try to do something for myself for the better it fucking turns to shit. Why? Why IA it that I can help others but not myself, why? What the fuck man, by trying to be honest and truthful to myself as to not lead me astray; life says no. If I have to cut everyone off to even get an ounce, then so be it.

Why? Why can't I have a change for once, I never wanted to force anything, never to be leader. Not yet, but learn about what it takes to be one not be cast into a role meant for a wiser man. But living it has opened my eyes to what others can't see, people do look up to me and see me for what I can't yet. I try to make sense of it all only for it to avoid my grasp. I don't believe I'm worthy of anything unless I have respect for it. Why else do manners and respect exist? If your reading this and following along then I will say this about myself, I'm running from a past that is apart of me and I of it. I'm trying to understand what I am and who I am as a person. Yes I may look down upon myself, yes I may hate myself, and yes I want to be better.

People wonder why I look angry, sad, have a negative attitude, or have so much hate. I was wronged in the worst way, and have lost so much, both in such a short time period when I was younger which impacted me in such a way most people don't bother to get to know me. All I ever want to open up but its difficult to trust. In the last couple of years I have learned to be more open and I'm getting better at talking my issuses out, improving myself as to respect myself. "Know thy self"

Quick sketches at work

Bored at work did the one thing I like doing that gets me paid.