[The Shadow Chronicles]_11.21.2008_

Chapter 4: Voodoo Child (Slight Return)

First: "Houses Of The Holy".... LED ZEPPLIN!!!

Secondly: Sorry for the extended absence but I was in the back taking a nap... Hope I didn't miss anything important.

The greatest stories never told are the stories that currently have no ending, they are the stories that are truly unhindered (no offense Marie). They are the stories that are filled with Hope, Pain, Love and Sorrow. The greatest stories focus on the Hero's pursuits and it's aftermath or endgame as a result which culminated from the time and effort of the journey.

These stories are of course the stories of you and I.

Have you ever taken the time to go back and read your story? To see where the Hero went left when they should've gone right? To see where the Hero started and where they are now? Finally have you gone back to see who the Hero was in the beginning and who the Hero has become today? If the words I've written find resonance within you, then you can understand why I've been away for so long.

I shouldn't be gone much longer... I'm just making some changes to my story. Whether it leads to a happy ending or not is still unknown, but at least I like the Hero a little more than I used to... And that's still something to me.

Until Next Time,
-B

[The Shadow Chronicles]_10.24.2008_

Chapter 3: Houses Of The Holy

First off, last week: “Won’t Get Fooled Again” is by The Who. 5 points to those who guessed right and those who didn’t… you suck, not really. Well….

4:30 in the afternoon on the Friday, to some people, myself included this is the longest half hour in all of humanity. You’re tired, you’re hungry, you’re sore and you just want out. I’m probably not alone in thinking that breaking the window in the corner office and sliding down the tree to my car below sounds like a great idea. As the week finally comes to a close I’m also thankful that I can breathe again. As soon as I took two weeks off TBF for some down time, I catch a cold and start swearing my head off; unfortunately my nose was all plugged up so my anger came off like a bad cartoon:

“Dis stufid, fuggin cole! I hate being fugging thick… God hep me!

As I’m reading this back I’m wondering if I really needed a doctor or a refresher course from Hooked On Phonics? I was almost beginning to take this as a sign to never take a vacation again, but then I realized that I need my breaks. I love to write but it does drain me. A nice break away from all computers recharges me and still keeps some color on my skin. Hell, I need my breaks, you can’t just work 24/7 and think you’re still 100% afterwards. I know for a fact that nobody works 24/7 here at the TBF office. Though I admit the way we are sincere about relaxing and the way we fight to go relax, you’d swear they were our churches. Yeah, actually yes, now that I think about it, they are…. The churches of reinvigoration, and they follow as so:

Angel has the church of her family… and actually Church!

Temptress has the church of pain and pleasure…

Marie has the church of porn, of which I was a member until I developed a major case of carpal tunnel… completely unrelated, but still I figured it was time for a change.

And so now I am a member of the holy church of “I want to get the fuck out of here and go on vacation!”

As we inch closer to 5 p.m. I’m also thinking about what I’m writing about next Friday, I was thinking out loud last time and I’ve been really putting some thought into my idea ever since. After conferring with Marie, who incidentally surprised twice within a 24 hour period, First coming to visit me for the first time since the beginning of June and secondly writing an incredible article for “Unhindered” I feel pretty solid now. So after this weekend it’s time to get back to work and getting writing. So any minute now, my ass is planning to jump in the car, haul ass back home, jump on our couch and watch nothing but horror films for the next 48 hours (A yearly family tradition). But just as those happy thoughts flood my brain I made the mistake of looking at my watch and just groaned all over again…

for I started writing this at 4:30pm on the dot and it is now 4:35pm….

I wonder if the tree is sturdy?

Longest. Half – Hour. Ever.

[The Shadow Chronicles]_10.14.2008_

Chapter 2: Won’t Get Fooled Again

(Let me first start this off with an announcement: every chapter will be titled after a song I grew up with, 5 points to anyone who can correctly name the artist. The grand prize: nothing, except mad respect from yours truly for the vast musical knowledge you possess. But if you’re a woman, I may also ask for your hand in marriage. Game On!)

_10.10.2008_

It’s around Midnight on a Friday, so I guess this is now Saturday. Even though I plan to post this up next week, I got nothing better to do and figured “Why not start now”? It’s easy to get caught up in what you do, some call it dedication I call it an instilled intense work ethic. I finished posting “Echoes” earlier today after realizing that I completely forgot to post it a week prior, so now my schedule is way off and MY LIFE IS RUINED AND WHAAA!!!

Ok, honestly: I’m not freaking out, mistakes happen, things get lost in the shuffle, I’m human. Speaking of mistakes, apparently my last entry gave off a different impression that I had planned. I had previously wrote:

“After finishing up the ideas of future topics I spoke to a couple friends who commented on my recent posts. First off, I love it when my friends like my work, my only pet peeve is that they tell me, not write it! Because I need constant admiration and approval from random strangers across the land!!”

My intention was a combination of a joke on people who need constant praise from random strangers, A laugh at myself for sometimes taking myself too seriously and my admission that I truly appreciate my friends for their kind words towards my work. But as the saying goes: “If you have to explain it afterwards, then you got it wrong in the first place.”

I got more I could say but it’s late and I need to sleep since I have to be in Oakland @ 7:00 am. Pray I don’t get shot….

_10.11.2008_

6:30 am on a Saturday, to many people there is no such time and prior to today, I was one of them. A full tank of gas, the BriPod loaded up with classic rock and out the door I go, Please guide me Whitesnake and pray I don’t get shot.

_10.14.2008_

I didn’t get shot! I spent four hours at a business seminar that both made me wish I did get shot and also taught me to skip the next one. I got to spend time around Jack London Square, ate a good meal and enjoyed a beautiful day. After the morning I had I realized what I love about writing as opposed to business. You can’t really fuck up writing, business on the other hand… another story. Sure the delivery and the approach of the story are open for debate about how bad aim and delivery disrupts the story, but the overall idea/ goal isn’t. You take from what’s around you and you instill yourself into the perception and reality of the situations around you, comedy, drama, even a little science fiction, all of that can pop into your head just by standing on the edge of a pier on the edge of Oakland.

Plus with Berkeley just a hop, skip and a jump away… that gives me a great idea for TBF….

[The Shadow Chronicles]_10.06.2008_

Chapter 1: Genesis

It’s 1 in the afternoon and I’m staring at a blank page… As I’m staring at the page I go over my expectations/ requirements for this week:

1. Brian’s Twisted Fairytales: Rapunzel
2. Revive Brian’s Song
3. Contact Marie to see if she’ll be posting
4. Write this week’s TBF
5. Come up with a new writing idea… oh wait, this is it.

The general idea for this is to be my record of everything that happens behind the scenes. It also gives me a place to vent my own frustrations with TBF and I feel will also present me in a different light. Or worst-case scenario: I’ll end up looking a like a dick. Looking at my general schedule I’m surprised that I even have time to do ideas like this. But in retrospect, when you have a passion for something, you make the time for it. So here I am typing with one hand and trying not to drop my sandwich with the other. Just so you know, by the time you read this, this article went through three levels of spell check because the typos and misspells were a plenty.

After finishing up the ideas of future topics I spoke to a couple friends who commented on my recent posts. First off, I love it when my friends like my work, my only pet peeve is that they tell me, not write it! Because I need constant admiration and approval from random strangers across the land!!

Ok, that’s not true. Well it is, but it isn’t my truth. Years of writing in a digital world where anyone with a keyboard becomes the opinionated messiah with a wealth of knowledge as far the wiki will take you have finally begun to influence me… God help us. Personally, I’m really indifferent to how people reply to my work, some like it some don’t. It’s how life usually goes. Ultimately I write for myself, everyone else just happens to read it as well.

So that’s what you’re probably going to come across as you continue to read The Shadow Chronicles. A point of view without any real form, structure or direction, A place where we will just ramble and burn on everything that comes across my line of sight… even if the only thing in my sight is myself. Ultimately it is everything and nothing. The beginning and the end.

Well, it can’t be the end… We’re just beginning.