Why Would I Write

Category: Random

  • Why Write?

    Over the past week, I found myself doing a lot of things I put off in the past. I finally set up a LinkedIn account, used it to apply for some jobs. Logged in to my many years old Jobstreet account, also to apply to jobs. Created accounts on brand new sites to look for jobs. It made me realize that for the longest time I didn’t have to look for jobs – for most of them I was just given the opportunity to do something by other people and I took it. It would also have been true for my next job but alas, things didn’t work out as intended. So now I’m doing the job hunting on my own.

    Nothing to report so far, but I find myself questioning my lack of productivity. After all, since I’m jobless – I should make the most of my free time right? Spend it drawing, writing, making music, etc. Instead, I’m gaming and watching shows on Netflix. I guess I need to get into the rhythm of working again. Tomorrow will mark the second month of unemployment. Woot.

    On the bright side, I can say I am ready to return to work again after this breather. It reminds me of the break I took after leaving Big Bad Wolf Books, but with 100% less Cameron Highlands. I think traveling around Malaysia would be nice, but irresponsible in this time of contagion. Better to sit home and do things in front of my computer. After all, that’s what I’m great at.

    The other day I was asking myself – is writing a phase? Is it something people only do once in a while? I know some people who have stopped writing even though they used to write tons only a few years ago. What changed? Do people eventually run out of ideas? Don’t ideas constantly refill? I’m not sure.

    Anyway, I’ve decided that I’ll update my blog every weekday. Back to writing topics, fiction and so on. It was a thing of the past and I’m bringing it back. I just want to tell myself that I’m capable of churning out content daily. It’s good writing practice after all.

    Wow, over three hundred words just to spout a bunch of bullshit. I think I still got it. See you guys next week!

  • An Interlude

    “What happened to my drive to write?” some of you may have asked. Not really, I see the stats, people don’t come here for my rambling. But that’s okay. This blog is just an outlet for me to release what’s pent up on my mind (most of the time).

    You see, I’ve had a lot of time to myself over the past month. There’s not much else to do when you’re not working. I guess I kinda took for granted how much of my time work took up. And to clarify: I’m not complaining either – I’m far from unhappy or bored, I’m enjoying my break a lot. I enjoyed it the last time it happened as well.

    What I am anxious about though is my next job. I’m still not completely sure where I’ll be ending up (I’m supposed to have an answer tomorrow). I’m also tired of having to explain to people I don’t know where I’m going yet – because I don’t. Can’t wait to get that out of the way.

    In any case, I’ve been spending a lot of time catching up on shows I’ve been meaning to watch, playing games that have been sitting around in my Steam library, and even picking up the guitar to figure out some new chord progressions. Heck, I even completed a Unity 2D platformer tutorial the other day! Life has been great – I know this state is only temporary, so I’ll enjoy it while it lasts.

    Speaking of being productive, I’ve been updating Animal Bus weekly. It’s been pretty tough trying to maintain the schedule, but I can tell you firsthand that it’s not easy. I understand why people work in teams – honestly, if I had the money I’d probably hire a letterer, colorist, and artist to help me out. Mainly because I’m lazy, but also I’m terrible at visuals and would like to stick to just writing. However, the comic isn’t dead yet, so I’ll keep pushing out new chapters until I’ve decided that I’ve had enough. In the meantime, if you haven’t read it yet – check it out.

    I rarely write about books, despite my book sales background (lol). However, I feel that Richard Dawkin’s Outgrowing God is too important to not share about. If you want to read about why religion and believing in it is inane, look no further. Dawkins gets his points across in a succinct, sometimes funny, and easy to understand manner. Highly recommended if you’re interested in challenging your faith or reaffirming your beliefs in a godless world.

  • Angry at a Thief

    Angry at a Thief

    “Life is what you make it” is a common phrase that I say all the time and believe in. Sometimes it becomes interesting even if you don’t do anything. I guess you could say this was my fault, but let me begin.

    I leave my flip flops outside, on the welcome mat of my home. I have been doing that for years with no issues until a couple of days ago. There’s always a first time for everything.

    As I was about to head out of the house in the afternoon, I realized my flip flops were missing and in their place was a hideous pair belonging to a stranger. “What the fuck?” I exclaimed.

    I asked my mom if she had brought my flip flops into the house – negative. I told her that they were gone. She laughed. I wasn’t so amused about it.

    They were my favorite pair of flip flops! And they weren’t cheap! And last I checked, Miniso had stopped selling them. I was pissed off. Immediately, I began to wish the worst upon whoever had switched my footwear. I was talking to myself, calling the thief all sorts of names. My mind began generating evil thoughts – leaving out another pair of flip flops with diseased needles protruding from the bottom, the thief getting his/her foot trapped in an escalator, the thief stumbling down a large flight of stairs to their death – everything under the sun. I had never hated someone as much as I did that day.

    It took me a day to cool down until I returned home and saw that my flip flops weren’t on my welcome mat, which reminded me of that miscreant. I was still mad.

    I haven’t been this angry in a while. I know my words don’t hold any power, but it is cathartic to let it out.

    To the owner of the flip flops above (who knows if they were stolen too): fuck you, you lowlife degenerate. I hope stealing my flip flops will be the cause of your downfall. May you and your family be plagued by foot diseases, victims of abuse, and robbed blind. Sooner rather than later. You don’t deserve such comfortable footwear.