Introduction
He sat in the multi-color room staring at a blank page. Always formidable, even to seasoned wordsmiths. Thoughts didn’t pour, yet trickled as he held his head up to drink the drips, meager as they were. “Ages” he thought, “It has to have been at least a couple.” Referring to the divergence of flow from narrative to poetry.
For a decade and a half, he had written nothing but songs and lyrics. Albeit, many of those rhymes were indeed stories: melodic tales of serial killers, a tragic vehicular desert rendezvous, all-night tweekers seeking plastic enthusiasm, and, of course, the occasional food fight. Unfortunately, none granted remarkable affluence beyond the knowledge and reverence of accomplishing something he had thought to be, “Pretty cool.” To this end, however, he remained proud of his endeavors. 3 bands, and going on his third album? Never did he think that life would be where it was, but that’s more often than not the case in his experience. Regardless, he continued his journey, choosing to live by a few self-coined axioms. One of them being, “If necessity is the mother of invention, then posterity is most definitely the father.” But to cross back over to a more narrative style of craft was a new challenge he had yet to surmount. And for a decently good reason, at least for him.
The only books he had read in the last five years have been nothing but dry textbooks of medical information about the best way to take pictures of bones and the prerequisite subject matter that would lead to his new job as a radiographer. He was intrigued by the science behind the craft and the acquisition of knowledge, but there was little room for creativity; only regurgitation of numerous facts. It became clear to him that he would definitely have to dust the rust off of his thinking cap and replace the batteries.
So now he sits behind this page you’re reading now, beginning his journey back into the realm that made him love writing in the first place. He feels a bit like a lost monkey cosmonaut from the fifties that just found the way home. Will he burn up upon reentry or find his way to the banana patch where his monkey clan still keep a vigil burning in honor of his hopeful return? Stay tuned, my Vikings, for the next installment.
For a decade and a half, he had written nothing but songs and lyrics. Albeit, many of those rhymes were indeed stories: melodic tales of serial killers, a tragic vehicular desert rendezvous, all-night tweekers seeking plastic enthusiasm, and, of course, the occasional food fight. Unfortunately, none granted remarkable affluence beyond the knowledge and reverence of accomplishing something he had thought to be, “Pretty cool.” To this end, however, he remained proud of his endeavors. 3 bands, and going on his third album? Never did he think that life would be where it was, but that’s more often than not the case in his experience. Regardless, he continued his journey, choosing to live by a few self-coined axioms. One of them being, “If necessity is the mother of invention, then posterity is most definitely the father.” But to cross back over to a more narrative style of craft was a new challenge he had yet to surmount. And for a decently good reason, at least for him.
The only books he had read in the last five years have been nothing but dry textbooks of medical information about the best way to take pictures of bones and the prerequisite subject matter that would lead to his new job as a radiographer. He was intrigued by the science behind the craft and the acquisition of knowledge, but there was little room for creativity; only regurgitation of numerous facts. It became clear to him that he would definitely have to dust the rust off of his thinking cap and replace the batteries.
So now he sits behind this page you’re reading now, beginning his journey back into the realm that made him love writing in the first place. He feels a bit like a lost monkey cosmonaut from the fifties that just found the way home. Will he burn up upon reentry or find his way to the banana patch where his monkey clan still keep a vigil burning in honor of his hopeful return? Stay tuned, my Vikings, for the next installment.