Never Blog When You Are Tired

The universe is so amazing. You know, you really can get what you need from it, if you know how to ask the right questions and manipulate the energies to your desires. Do I know how to do this? Hmm, not really sure. I'd like to believe I do. However, if I truly knew all the tricks, I'd be really rich and doing what I've always wanted to do... travel and write. Yep, I think that's what I will make happen next. LOL

The Grand Universe by "ANTIFAN-REAL" DeviantArt.com

I've asked my quantum friends, and the Universe, for help and to lead me toward the right path. I have gotten help from them before, but now the answers seem to be coming much quicker. I'm also finding that I'm meeting the right people and connecting in ways that would normally seem rare or impossible. "It's a small world" is what I keep hearing from everyone I meet. I've heard it so much that the "Disney" song keeps replaying in my head (My sincere apologies if that song grabs hold of your neurons and doesn't let go). Obviously the many different circles of people I'm traveling with these days are connected in some way or another. I've decided to just open my eyes and watch for the signs of what the next steps are. So far, they've led me right. 

I was going to add some interesting rants and fun things here, but I think I'm just gonna leave this as a typical boring old personal blog. I'm not feeling very witty and my brain is sleepy. So sorry, if this is boring. I'll try to lighten up next time. 

Is it me, or is time actually speeding up? Does anyone else feel this happening? 

Yeah, I'm done. My brain is like Swiss cheese right now. It's starting to wander to so many different areas, and few of the areas make sense. Gonna nap now. I'll blog again soon. 

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D.R.E.A.M.S. (A poem by AK Schreck)

Art by: pavlusa

 

D.R.E.A.M.S.

D.eliciously colorful and full of energy, they engulf my soul, forcing me to crave the beauty and light that is dulled when I am awake.

R.unning faster and faster, I try to escape what chases me, with every attempt to bring me back to the 3-dimensional world.

E.very chance I get, I return to these enigmatic worlds of wonder; enticed, excited, energetic, enchanted.

A.fter I return, my mind whirls around what I have learned and how I can use it to help me in my current state.

M.oments come and go, as if they were as real as any life we are living now.

S.andman awaits… I close my eyes… Bring me a dream, Mister. It is time. 

- A.K. Schreck -

Feb 2012

2/5/12 Method Writing

Method writing…
 
Like method acting, method writing can be a unique way to get yourself deeply enthralled in your story. I don't know if method writing is even a word/phrase, but it is the best way for me to give a short description of what I'm trying to say.
 
Before every story, I meet up with my characters and have a "kind of" get together, of sorts, to see how they interact. Based on that, I decide who will be included in the story and who will be put on the back burner until another story comes my way. Each character is different and has a use, but sometimes their use is limited to one specific story line and not another.
 
I meet my characters in real life, dreams, movies, other dimensions, television, malls, restaurants, get-togethers, conventions, and many other ways.
 
Sometimes I even get my friends together and role play, as a particular character, to see what comes about. It can be a lot of fun and add a unique depth to a character's personality. They even do things that you would never expect them to do, which is an added element of fun.
 
With that in mind, if you ever come across me and I happen to be acting a bit strange, or not quite like myself, I'm most likely in character. Be forewarned, I rarely break character, while method writing. But I can assure you that I will NEVER harm anyone or myself, even while in some of my darker personalities. So you are safe with me. My soul is too pure and full of love for that. As crazy as I may be, I am not some schizoid with a major multiple personality disorder --- Notice I said major ;)

1/20/12 Welcome Home

It’s been a while since I’ve been to NOMOS. I guess my illness has taken a toll on me. But when I returned, it was as if I had never left.

While lying in my hospital bed I was able to hear the deep sound of rolling rubber wheels, from the nurse’s cart, outside of my room. The muffled infomercial from another patient’s television was just loud enough to sneak through my closed door and keep me awake. I was so tired. All I could think about was going to sleep. I tried to think of sheep… no luck. Then I remembered my old friends; the friends that have carried me through my entire life and given me advice and knowledge that few would ever know. I needed to reach out to them. I needed to go back to NOMOS.

I quieted my mind and let the outside sounds drift into the darkness, far from my grasp. My body started to feel a bit numb and tingly when suddenly a loud *POP* had jolted me awake. But when I awoke, the hospital was no longer there. What stood before me was a tall, handsome man with a broken red balloon in his hand.

“Welcome home, Miss Annie” He smirked, knowing that he startled me with his deliberate popping of the balloon.

I call him “Mister” We have been in many dreams together and he seems to always be that staple, who brings me into what I need to know. I used to call him Jon, but for some reason he kept insisting his name was Mister. So Mister it is. “Mister Sandman” he would joke.

We flew to many different areas of my subconscious and conscious mind. We went over the facts and misguided views of the many things that have been happening. The latest, most important info he gave me was that I didn’t need to be afraid anymore. I really didn’t. He showed me the way life is and how it will be and, for the first time, I actually “Got it” After a nice reunion and some valuable information he told me to come back and write about it. He told me to write about how I met them, where I met them, how others could meet them, and any future meetings. Then, with another one of his cliché’s, he kissed me and sent me on my way.

When I awoke, I could see the sunrise peering from the hospital blinds. It had only been a few hours, but it seemed like I was fully rested. I knew it was time for me to break out my computer and begin to write again. For so long I had let my muse fall to the wayside. But now, Mister was back.

I begin writing again with this blog. Following my blog, I will finally continue to complete the chapters of my novel “Bring Me a Dream” Most of my manuscript is complete. I just need to tweak and finish it up. It was put on hold, due to a long illness and life getting in the way; but no longer.

Please follow my blog to see how things unravel and how I sort out my writing, as it happens. I will also post how my characters from “Bring Me a Dream” interact with each other in the… “real” or “not so real” world.

I also welcome any comments, questions, or requests.

I'm currently on an adventure. I'll post as soon as I get back.

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