This is not the "Glimpse" of the 5 part story I mentioned in the former post, that will be available soon though. For now, however, I feel I need to vent a little. And what better place to do it than on a blog right? Sure. Good. Okay.
Now, don't be scared, I'm not going to go off on a ranting spree here...I've just got a few things to get off my chest, and share with you. Will you indulge me? I hope so.
You might and might not know that I run and program a laser for my day job. I cut out steel parts for companies like Case/New Holland, Clipper, Alstom and various other big name jumbos. Said steel parts are then either cut with saws or bent with press-brakes and then finally welded together and painted, so on and so forth. I have no problem with the work. No matter how dirty and rough it can get. I don't even mind having to re-program parts because the flucking engineers are lazy fluckers. What I do mind and what I do have a problem with is the pay, of course, the six twelve hour days in a row and management's absurdly stupid ideas for the future of the company.
So, as my title proclaims, I have the Laser Blues. I feel like I'm going nowhere, and fast. I write to alleviate this feeling, among others, which is the reason for this post. Writing, for me at least, is an escape hatch from this world and all its stresses, all its fluckery, one might say. And I find I have to write a lot while I'm at work, on breaks of course, which I only get three ten minutes breaks during my 12 hour days. I write at work to still the frustration, to sort of heal myself as I blunder on through another long day. Writing is healing, in my opinion. Granted most that comes out of me while at work is very grim indeed, but what of that? At least I'm not roaming the place with a loaded 12 gauge shot gun or something, a thing I'd never do in the first place, and blasting my troubles away. Instead I blast my characters in these grim stories away. I take out all my pain on them, in other words. Okay, the place I work really isn't as bad as I make it out to be here, but it helps to prove a point. Writing is healing, writing is a tool for the mind to cope with everything else in this scary world. And besides, if done right, it can be an awakening. Something to make you want to get up in the morning, and want to finish that short story, or novel or whatever it is that you write. For me it helps me to stick it out at work for another loathsome day.
Writing can help you live, by God. Not every one is a writer, but everyone can write if they try, that is my belief. Anyone can write. Some have more talent at it than others, but anyone can jot down how they feel or what's pissing them off that certain day or just go on a ranting splurge. Whatever you choose, writing it down, or in my case, writing a story down that pertains to what's happening but never really stated, can help you.
Writing is healing...and healing is always good. Always...