Creative Scribbling (CRW blog)

My Fellow Americans, it has come to my attention that you have questions regarding my silence these past few days. Many of you wondered why I was not available to speak at the press briefing concerning our pressing economical problems we are facing currently. I am here today to be honest about what has been keeping me over the course of recent days. Now, let me be clear; for those of you who are worried, this is not a matter of national emergency. It is also not a matter of political gain, but it is a matter of upmost importance. I am here to share what I’ve learned, what I’ve studied, and what I have accomplished over these past, sleepless nights. I hope after I explain myself, we the people can come to a greater understanding of one of the greatest creations known to mankind, and every, single, plastic piece of it. The Lego Death Star is one of the most ambitious, and largest Lego sets to date. It was released in our beautiful nation on June 21st of 2008. At the time, it was one of t...

       There are things that annoy me, then the specific subcategories of annoying that make a ticking timer in my head appear, every second the cause of such a neural disturbance keeps continuing, the closer I get for the warmer colored emotions to explode. A slow, cerulean ocean of patience transfigures into a rumbling, disturbed volcano; another Mt. Saint Helens long overdue.     Typical things that annoy me, but are a far cry from the issues that make my brain twitch and pace as a caged animal; are what annoys anyone with eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and a sense of what is just. The chnamw-cuhqwhauh s of chewing, mouth open as if broadcasting their mushed meal to the world. Or the mind-numbing obnoxious excuse of music that can entrance the minds of children into absurd dances and incessant singing.     But the certain, teensy, specific issues are what brings in the grand firework spectacular of " Stop that! ", " Shut up! ", and threats. Two sis...

     I am a Writer.           Four unassuming, simple words convey more than could be put into thoughts, it swells to the brim of the mind like waves climbing coastal cliffs amidst a storm. An army of ideas and feelings pressing against the gates of imagination into the world. Lips cannot articulate the tempests of sentences, secrets, songs, and stories that swirl around in my head. So I let the pen tell them for me.           The real and the unreal, the ideas of my own and the ones inspired by those who came before me. Adventures beyond my wildest dreams and characters I could only aspire to be. Feelings only expressed in the boughs of figurative language. Through paper and ink, black words on a white screen; I can let myself become a channel between the magic of imagination and the wand that is the pen.      I find it too hard to think and speak. Life move faster than the time I need to properly expres...