A QUICK BACK STORY
A LIFE OF LOVE AND PASSION
Growing up I was a fanatic about theater and film. I dreamt of writing the next great movie. Corny I know. But the point was, I enjoy the Arts. Not really a lot of professional experienced post high school's, a few plays at a local theater, teen age hip hop record labels and things happened. Over the years, I built on the craft. That was one thing.... I wrote, boy, I write. Spiral notebooks full of stories and ideas. Reaching to my purpose. Far from spending my honor or thousands of dollars of other's theory and inheriting eternal debt. I'm from the linkage of religious devotion which rallied against secular escapades. It wasn't that my family despised gifts rendered by the faith proclaimed. I never voiced my opinions, I just secluded myself in my mine and hope things fell for the cause of it all.
It brings me to a memory, around the eleventh grade Drama class. While Ms Akin would explain about stage rights and stage lefts, soliloquies and monologues, I would just forward into the actually written part. We were suppose to be taking notes. I would, on the top page of a play script; flat characters were exhumed through script; I saw visuals of great sandlot football games in friend or foe backyards, family cookout bowls, walks to the corner store, stories in everyday life, situations. I was MADD. Ms. Akin normally would just ignore me, while I would be immersed in prose but once class ended, Ms Akin, furthered her discussion in reading my lost relics. But then, one, particular day, maybe she had alot of coffee, I did sorta smelled it on her breath when she decided to interrupt her class discussion by interrupting me and my studies, inviting me up to the board. I'll be honest, my heart dropped, I was a punk that day, I wanted to cry. Got up... Fine I guess. A few snickers scattered, dramatist. Ms Akin wanted me to write a quick narrative. Of course as far as grammar and vocabulary, forget about it at this point., to even consider the fact where comas and colon resided, properly using grand words, or not witnessing a run on sentence. But, the strangest thing, instead of keeping some sort of control of her classroom, the cooling of MS Akin's confirmation, as if she knew exactly what I had in mind. She handed me the chark. I knew it was my time.
It brings me to a memory, around the eleventh grade Drama class. While Ms Akin would explain about stage rights and stage lefts, soliloquies and monologues, I would just forward into the actually written part. We were suppose to be taking notes. I would, on the top page of a play script; flat characters were exhumed through script; I saw visuals of great sandlot football games in friend or foe backyards, family cookout bowls, walks to the corner store, stories in everyday life, situations. I was MADD. Ms. Akin normally would just ignore me, while I would be immersed in prose but once class ended, Ms Akin, furthered her discussion in reading my lost relics. But then, one, particular day, maybe she had alot of coffee, I did sorta smelled it on her breath when she decided to interrupt her class discussion by interrupting me and my studies, inviting me up to the board. I'll be honest, my heart dropped, I was a punk that day, I wanted to cry. Got up... Fine I guess. A few snickers scattered, dramatist. Ms Akin wanted me to write a quick narrative. Of course as far as grammar and vocabulary, forget about it at this point., to even consider the fact where comas and colon resided, properly using grand words, or not witnessing a run on sentence. But, the strangest thing, instead of keeping some sort of control of her classroom, the cooling of MS Akin's confirmation, as if she knew exactly what I had in mind. She handed me the chark. I knew it was my time.
FOCUS - STICK TO IT BY ALL MEANS
I loved it too much and would find my way. No, I am not ignorant to the fact I needed a solid foundation and outside of my dreaming and planning to creatives endeavors. I would do the regular life, whatever would bring home the resources. A wise on once told me, 'You have to do anything to get everything.' He often frustrated me because yet having the gift and connections to just mention my name and everything I wanted to be could be put in effect, instead pumped me with a business sense first. Understand, in order to be about it, only dictates to faith, which means in 'my understanding' I would choose "jobs" in which allowed me flexibility. In the midst of it all, I vowed to stay dedicated, knowing my purpose. Learning that all the things I loved were a business in itself. Yep that's what done it.
Now before I start, flag on the play! Read what I am saying! I have a concentration I've spent so many years dissecting and researching and finally it all make's sense... I always knew being a story teller was in my blood. But with my way of living, you have to start somewhere.
Now before I start, flag on the play! Read what I am saying! I have a concentration I've spent so many years dissecting and researching and finally it all make's sense... I always knew being a story teller was in my blood. But with my way of living, you have to start somewhere.
IT TAKES A LOT
Actually things were rough. Confusion! The internet, my passions, the whole idea. Too much time spent in your head allowing doubting echo's keep me from finishing projects. I will start many, and have every intention of completing. But one bad informational vlog or googling the wrong article combating would send me spiraling into depression. Wondering to my self if I could compete. I remember after emotional testimonials, sold and immediately would sign up for what sound good. That in which, made my body quiver. But be-aware! This could lead to a massive amount of emails and special offers and possibly could be the reason why your wife is ready to leave you after seeing that your bank account is in the negative. The reality of a dreamer is scary...big bad wolves controlling and destroying the world with brainwashing media.
I’m going to be honest. I needed help. For years I’d went through the devout–struggles, having what I thought was needed at a period, but the actual design wasn’t together. But then there lied those other times when I would find action, the camera…,in my form, random shots, taking whatever mattered, worrying about the the blemishes in post, yet, anxious decision making, begin to malfunction, and things sorta have there way of falling apart. Maybe the equipment, or team is in disarray.. It’s not that they don’t trust you or your intelligence, the truth is, you are disorganized and in order for you to win all of it back, you need to take a few steps down memory lane…
Actually things were rough. Confusion! The internet, my passions, the whole idea. Too much time spent in your head allowing doubting echo's keep me from finishing projects. I will start many, and have every intention of completing. But one bad informational vlog or googling the wrong article combating would send me spiraling into depression. Wondering to my self if I could compete. I remember after emotional testimonials, sold and immediately would sign up for what sound good. That in which, made my body quiver. But be-aware! This could lead to a massive amount of emails and special offers and possibly could be the reason why your wife is ready to leave you after seeing that your bank account is in the negative. The reality of a dreamer is scary...big bad wolves controlling and destroying the world with brainwashing media.
I’m going to be honest. I needed help. For years I’d went through the devout–struggles, having what I thought was needed at a period, but the actual design wasn’t together. But then there lied those other times when I would find action, the camera…,in my form, random shots, taking whatever mattered, worrying about the the blemishes in post, yet, anxious decision making, begin to malfunction, and things sorta have there way of falling apart. Maybe the equipment, or team is in disarray.. It’s not that they don’t trust you or your intelligence, the truth is, you are disorganized and in order for you to win all of it back, you need to take a few steps down memory lane…