I have very few regrets. It may have to
do with a number of mental problems that I have diagnosed myself or
have been un-diagnosed with. Either way, when I do something, no
matter how fucked it it may seem morally or socially, in my head it
has been justified and I will not lose sleep over it.
While reading
an article about Max Landis a story he wrote as a child was
mentioned. It got me to thinking about a painting I did as a child
that stayed in my 1st grade class years after I had left the school as
told to me by a younger cousin that attended the same elementary
school. It was the story of an orange whale that wanted to be out of
the water.
Mind you, as a child I did not write. I
didn't seriously start to write down any of my stories until I was in
my mid-20's. I would write people hundreds of letters and draw and
that is where the extent of my creativity went. It wasn't until
Camille told me she liked one of my characters Royce that I decided
to begin seriously writing down these for others to read. Click here
if you want to check out his tale. Now the things I do include
drawing, writing stories, articles and blogs. I paint sometimes. Do
arts and crafts like Perler beads. A few months ago I started
teaching myself photo manipulation using Pixlr. I've done hundreds or
podcasts. I made an entire series called Doom Mates that went 80 plus
episodes. I'm sure I am leaving something out.
Back to the whale.
I wish I had written down a story for
this whale named Toby. The reason it had that name isn't because of
Moby Dick. I've never even read that story. But when I was little
there was an old cartoon that was a spoof of it called Dicky Moe. It
was a terrible Tom & Jerry episode. I say terrible because even
as a kid I could tell what was bad art and that was bad art. Its like
those certain episodes of Darkwing or Tiny Toons there would be an
artist that was garbage that'd show up and ruin the entire episode of
me. This episode caused me a level of anger that was disproportionate
to what was occurring.
Whenever I think of this whale, which
happens maybe once every four to five years, I wish I had started
writing earlier in my life. I imagine what it would be like if I had
started writing at least in my teens on a regular basis what my
writing would be like now. Hell, I didn't even read stories a lot
growing up. Short ones assigned in class, sure. In high school, yeah.
But the only books I'd read for enjoyment were The Stand when I was
about 11 or 12 and then Anne Rice books in my late teens. Now I read
books all the time and write pretty much every single day. So, yeah.
Regret number one.
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