terminals

favorite pastime is an oxymoronic phrase isn’t it. to say that something you used to like is still your favourite is incredibly contradictory.

i started reading seriously again. i realise if i’m ever going to make any money writing, (either screenwriting, books or journalism) i have to start taking a much more keen interest in it. i’ve been reading some of the more subversive 90’s books, palahniuk and ellis, some autobiographies, a few scripts to kind of get the format in my head right, and a lot of blogs too. i love blogs. they’re like direct insight into someones brain.

i used to read a lot when i was younger. i always had odd choices for books, i would read big books about how games are created, 1930’s crime novels, childrens morality books (which i often challenged with logic), and huge fantasy novels that were far too much for my young mind. if it had a cool cover i was hooked.

i also used to write a ton of ridiculous crackpot stories about aliens and creatures who weren’t figments of my imagination but more illogical extensions my hyperactive mind created from things i saw around me. magazine advertisements, gaming characters, people i didn’t understand. i think i tried to bridge what i didn’t understand with worlds i could create myself. when you’re writing a story, you’re god of the universe. you choose what makes sense.

it’s been good getting back to something i used to love. before music and teenage faux-rebellion ruined my life. i have a few ideas swimming in my head. one is a sci-fi political thriller film, another is a mockumentary tv series about chrm mgz and another looks to continue my obsessive obsession (hey look a word to describe the exact same word) with zombies. i’m sure i’ll write more about them.

i keep promising i will update this but i really will. i will try for once a day. heres to hope.