Like most of you out there, I woke up this morning and
thought to myself, “why not start a blog?”
Yeah, just a few years late. The truth of the matter is,
until recently, I haven’t had the time to start and tend to a blog (that’s my
excuse, and I’m sticking to it). Now that I recently graduated from college,
I’ve found that time once taken up by studying and stumbling around the bars is
now plentiful.
I guess now would be a good time for random background
information. I graduated with a degree in English (roll out the red carpet,
bust open the champagne, and get my mansion ready) and a certificate in Tech
Writing. English has, and probably always will, be my “thing”. Also, I'm from Texas.
The allure of English for me isn’t the formation of words or
a fascination of grammatical accuracy.
It’s an outlet for me to tell stories.
(Insert Wayne’s World flashback transition)
As far back as I can remember, I’ve been telling stories.
Admittedly, pretty awful stories. But hey, I was seven. My stories consisted mainly
of a superhero named RBL Man, who reflected my drawing skills at the time. He
was a small circular character with big round eyes, a cape, and a bitchin’ pair
of sneakers. He took down villains ten times his size and always saved the day.
One day, I realized that drawing little scenes on paper
wasn’t enough. This began a tradition of tyrannical improv-plays that my
friends and cousins took part of, and that I directed with an iron-fist. Poor
kids. My characters had to be perfect, my scenes had to be perfect, everything
had to be perfect. We usually killed time this way, and I would always devise
new stories to tell.
Fast forward ten years. Growing up, I always had story ideas
in my head. But I didn’t like reading. Writing seemed tedious. Comics were out
of the question, since my skill level in drawing didn’t advance past RBL Man.
But the ideas kept coming, swelling in my head. One day I sat down and did the
impossible. I wrote. And I liked it.
(Insert transition back to the present)
Q: Okay, that’s great,
but what’s the purpose of this blog?
A: Slow your roll, reader. Ahem. And so, this blog was
created.
My goal is to share some of my stories, while hearing
some of yours in the process. Here, I’ll chronicle some of my exploits (usually
involving booze-filled exploits, travels, hobo-attacks, and other kinds of
shenanigans I get into), and post works of both fiction and non-fiction. This
includes short stories, excerpts, and flash fiction.
Yup, it’s one of those.
However,
I don’t want to simply
show my stories off. I want to get to know your stories, as well.
I’ll post stories frequently, but also want to hear from you
guys, my readers. Feel free to send me your stories; I’ll post some of my favorites on here and give you full credit, as well as any additional details you'd like me to give.
You can send me
pretty much anything. Snippets about your day, something that’s happened to
you, poetry, short stories, flash fiction, illustrations, and more are all cool
in my book.
I want this blog to become something more than a single
outlet for stories. I want it to become a community where storytellers connect
in any form they want.
I think that’s enough rambling for right now. Stories and
other junk coming soon, keep an eye out.
-Your Obsessive Chronicler,
Ryan


I wrote a quickie poem the other day as a way of introducing myself to a bunch of Grad school Social Work students for a "Diverse Populations" course. Wanna see it?--ok if you insist:
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I am from poor immigrants who ate like kings
Sprouted from window-sill mint and tarragon.
I am from front stoops, back yard kick-ball and
Races between trees.
I am from the music I heard as a child
Formed from welcoming aromas and confusing drama.
I am from imaginative escape and
Vivid dreams.
I am from early independence
Launched to a life built out of trial and error.
I am from a journey of time and
Magical moments.
I am from a forest of thin air
Whispering with pine and spruce.
I am from a cold place that warms me and
Embraces my spirit.
I am from those who decided to live
Struggling to understand.
I am from unanswered questions and
Blind love.
Ok. So I'm no English Major, but it's all I got for now.
Love the blog idea by the way. Looking forward to your stories.
Thanks for your contribution!
DeleteI hope you realize how high my expectations are, and how overwhelmingly severe the consequences will be if they are not met.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't dream of letting you down, my good sir.
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