Censorship

Every time I look at this blog, I keep having this one thought. Does the fact I have this labeled as "Adult Content" scare people off? I did it because since this is a collection of my thoughts, I refuse to censor myself. To quote Mark Twain, "Censorship is telling a man he can't have a steak just because a baby can't chew it". On my serious stuff, I do find myself censoring my writing, but then again, a book filled with a ton of cursing will turn off a lot of readers. It might work for certain kinds of movies, but a novel filled with street langauge doesn't fly in the publishing world.

Does it mean all my writings are squeaky clean? Hell no.Quite a few of my poems do have swear words, as well as some of my stories. The main novel I started on did in the very first draft, but I cleaned it up. Using slang is like adding salt to food: it's good in moderate doses. It adds a certain flair to a scene, but you don't want to see it on all pages. Even in some heated debates, I didn't resort to any cussing at all. Just some times, adding the word fuck impacts the dialogue better than fudge. Example:

"Get your filthy fucking hands off of me!" sounds better than "Get your freaking hands off of me!" when a woman is screaming at creepy man at a bar for touching her inappropriately.

In fact, that werewolf scene I posted is slowly becoming another novel. I'm taking the main concept behind it, and making it my own unique story. Will it be filled with all that cussing? Maybe a little. I'm making an adult theme story in a lot of ways, but I don't want to break the record for the most use of fuck in a book. If I kept it the same way, the first thing any editor will want is for me to clean up the language. You can write an adult themed novel while keeping the dialogue at a PG-13 rating. It can be a challenge, but if writing doesn't challenge a writer, they will never becoming better. Besides, that is what a thesaurus is for.

Now, for the love of Pete, if you're writing a young children's book, and you are using slang, you might want to reconsider your book very quickly. I don't think a publisher will take you seriously if the book you wrote about a cute bunny's first day at school sounds like NWA's "Fuck The Police". If a type of book does make it to the presses, I would hate to see what society is like as a whole.

"Top Ten Signs You Need To Quit Drinking"

10) All the cups in your house are shot glasses.
9) Your emergency contact number on a job application is the local bar.
8) Budweiser sponsors your car, and you're not even a Nascar driver.
7) Your sons are named Jim Beam and Jack Daniels
6) Your idea of Thanksgiving dinner is a bottle of Wild Turkey 101 and a bottle Cranberry Smirnoff.
5) AA has put a bounty on your head.
4) An Irish man has a healthy paycheck because of your Guinness purchases.
3) The doctor called back with your test results. Your blood type is 80 proof.
2) The local liquor store basis their purchase orders on you.
1) Your liver tries to stab you to death in your sleep with a broken beer bottle.

01/09/12 Thoughts

So far, 2012 is starting off alright. Then again, when you reach a certain age, all New Year's Day means is time to throw out the old calendar, and hang the new one. I really didn't celebrate due to work, but I hardly did anyway in the past. It's amateurs night, and I don't like being around a bunch of drunk idiots who don't know how to handle their booze.

Now, so far, I haven't stuck to some of my resolutions. I finally did some writing today, but was just a few paragraphs. I did some editing again on my first novel today as well. So far, simple stuff. The story flow is good, which was my biggest worry. Again, never wrote an entire novel, and was mainly worried about the plot. It's understandable when the story is over 100,000 words and 300+ pages. It's not like it was a 5 page English report where you're just presenting facts.

Also, don't ask about the weight. I'm actually at 274lbs. Which isn't too bad since I'm 6'3". However, did give up sugar as much as I can. Just need to start moving more. One thing I do miss about working retail is you never stand still unlike my current desk job. If not, it's called having a dog and a leash.
The main thing I've been updating this. If anything, it's a great way to keep the mind flowing. Well, that's it for now. Tonight, I hope to have a talk with Jack.

“Hopes For 2012“

As we say goodbye to the year 2011
I begin to think how I'm in heaven
However, it started in a private hell   
But it ended up being very well
Started the new year without a job
All I wanted to do was just sob
Spent weeks finding employment
However, it only led to resentment
Took a job selling pricy playgrounds
For it sadly was the best offer I found
Lasted two months at that shitty place
For my paychecks were always late
So, tried to find something better
A job that wouldn’t leave me bitter
Also, I finally met the love of my life
People ask when will she be my wife
We’ve only been together for a year
But I’m very glad  to have her here
Which is a good thing for my heart
For awhile, we were an hour apart
Now, I no longer feel very alone
Especially with two dogs in the home
It’s nice to see a lovely angel every morn
However, there is one thing I must warn
Leave her be till she has her coffee mug
If not, she will beat you like a cheap thug
Other than that, I enjoy every single day
Hoping our true love never fades away
We do having disagreements and anger
But I know my heart is never in danger
I hope this coming year is better in the end
And good fortune falls on me and my friends
That our goal and dreams finally come true
And that this year I can finally make it through
Without worrying about love and my future
And I no longer make my heart feel unsure
For I am now finally back on stable ground
And as I take a good long look around
All I can see is happiness heading this way
And I pray it stays here for all 366 days

"You're Dead!"

Had to be the fucking man

Yet it’s me you can’t stand

Had to give her a black eye

With me, that shit won’t fly

You had to cross the fucking line

Your punk ass is about to be mine

So go ahead and talk your shit

Before I split your fucking lip

We settle this shit tonight

In a mother-fucking pit fight

You are going the fuck down

You will bleed on the ground

You’re going to fucking pay

For the bullshit you did today

You have fucking disgraced me

Now you must fucking fight me

Hitting her was a mistake

That will put you in a grave

As I split open your fucking head

That’s right, bastard! You’re Dead!