Tuesday, March 29, 2005
A Quiet Day of Contemplation
There is a funny thing about summer. For some odd reason, people get all reflective; maybe because of the boredom or the fact that another year is coming and we are thinking about what to do and what we've done to get to this point.
Personally, I hate summers. They make me stay at home and think. I don't want to think, it makes me all emotional and stuff ARGH. When you find yourself taking a cold shower in the middle of the day, knowing there is nothing to do, your mind drifts and you start thinking of things you do not want to admit. For me, it was the quiet whisper of old ghosts and for others, it might be a look back on high school and the upcoming changes of college life but all in all, I think everyone goes through the same thing, days of quiet contemplation.
What probably gave me an impact on things was the days when we (Berk, Ryan and JM) had announced that they were going to be writing again. Berk is going to write this series called Survivor Afghanistan, a sequel to his first reality series story. Ryan will be writing his Star Light Generator series and JM, well, he's got a lot of projects on the way and I am helping I guess haha, his story will turn out great I'm sure. Ryan and Berk's will too once they come back here. Then there's me, who is writing Dream Machine. Been going back and forth about it everyday, writing, erasing, editting and while my hands may go numb, I'm happy while doing so. I got my first review a few days ago so that really brought my spirits up, heck, I'm writing non-stop again which jsut brings me back to great memories.
There was this one time when JM was talking about putting in a segment involving him, me and berk discussing about our college choices. I won't spoil the contents but it did bring back a certain conversation between me and berk during our more...earlier years.
Don't get me wrong, Berk and I go way back but we didn't really talk with each other. He was more of an acquaintance back then. During those times, I was one those geeky people that sat in one corner and drew stuff. That time, I drew these god-awful dungeon maps on pad paper and let people play them out roleplaying style. Well, when I look back, it was so dorky for me hahaha I mean really, I was a kid with a big imagination and I got people to play those things but what Berk told me was that he was one of those players and up until this time, he still had that memory. It shocked me for real that he still remembered me as the infamous (hehe) Dungeon Master but more importantly, he told me that I had indirectly influenced him to write.
I've read Berkeley's stories and I've heard how he plays things out, and I found a certain feeling towards them that reminded me of those dungeon master days. Before I knew, it was he who got me started. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be writing at all because I had no one to align myself with so to speak. But when he told me that I got him started -somewhat- all those years, the news came all too shocking. It was funny when you think of it, two people meeting when they were little kids then having their paths cross again in their more teenage years. What's more, realizing that we both believed in the same thing and found out that we have built the foundation so early on without even knowing it.
It's weird how things are. We are somehow tied to things we cannot really comprehend. For me, meeting Berk, Ryan and JM did make a difference and who knew that there was this hidden history even before a friendship started? It's really something to think about in my case. Would I have kept writing if it was a solo effort without their help? Maybe, maybe not but right now, I'm content that things turned out like this. Wouldn't have it any other way.
Something to think about.
Riding the Lightning
9:05 PM
