The Adventures of T1M

        

T1M

Tim was a robot, but didn't know it. In fact everyone in New York was a robot, they just didn't know it. If they did they certainly didn't show it. If they knew that New York wasn't the real New York they didn't show that either. So even though Tim was a robot and that should've been an odd fact, it wasn't because everyone was and that made all of them odd. So Tim wasn't odd at all.

What was odd was the relationships Tim had with other robots. He didn't have parents. He didn't know he was supposed to have any. Actually, Tim did have parents. Build Station 1 and Build Station 2. 1 built his body while 2 built his brain. They were rather bad parents, who never sent birthday cards, because if they sent them to Tim they'd have to send ones to their 7 trillion other children. Alas, Tim didn't have any parents. What Tim did have were friends, two of them. Kim and Jim.

Thanks Daft Punk

Something cool happened today. I wrote. Now I understand that a blog devoted to the struggles of a lazy writer shouldn't need to have a blog entry detailing how someone struggled to write. It should be a given. However, this is my blog and I can write about whatever I want... even if it is redundant and a no-brainer.

So one of my biggest struggles as a writer is guilt. I feel guilty when I don't write, I feel guilty when I do write. I feel guilty when feel inspired to write the "wrong thing". Is there any other creative endeavor in the world where guilt plays a role? Do guitarists feel bad when they are inspired to learn how to play a song when they are supposed to be learning to play another? Do painters get all bottled up when they'd rather paint a mountain scene when they are contracted to paint a portrait? Do actors get uptight when they are in a B-movie when they really want to be on Broadway?

I don't know.

All I know is that I have so many ideas in my head (and I'm not saying any of them are good) that most times can't seem to just sit down and put them on paper. When the stars do align and I can focus on one I will then psych myself out of writing, because I should be writing on something else.

"What you want to write right now is nonsense and serves no purpose," says the weirdness in my head.

"But it won't go away," I say back, realizing I'm talking to myself and am therefore a bit insane.

"Fine then, write it... but you won't have any fun."

Usually this last thought efficiently puts the brakes on any writing and I stop.

Today was different.

Today, thanks to the Tron Legacy soundtrack by Daft Punk I was inspired to start up a sci-fi story I've had in my head for years. My brother and I made a sci-fi short film about the same basic characters and subject below
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6306085763456247119#

What I wrote today is the next step in the story. Part of the reason I never did anything with it is because I felt that maybe I should just leave it alone and move on, but for some reason I really like it so I never did. So I wrote today and it felt good. Even if I don't write on it ever again, at least today was cool.

That's when I blow it...

So it has been over two weeks since I blogged. One of the specific reasons for doing this blog was to force me to consistently write. FAIL!

I could just stop the blog, but that's what I've always done. So instead of stopping I will make a concerted effort to blog twice a week to make up for my lack of November posts.

To quickly sum up my November.

1. Saw Harry Potter 7 Pt. 1... twice. If you haven't seen the movie, watch the first 6 and go see it. It is definitely worth your while. Read a great spoiler free review of the film here.

2. Went to Starbase Indy, a fan run Sci-Fi Convention on Thanksgiving Weekend. Met a look of cool fellow geeks, networked a bit, shot an episode of Born For Geekdom. All in all a great time, one full of nostalgic moments.

That is what I call a quick sum up.

I'll write more soon.

Live long and prosper.