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Thoughts on My Dream Career

I want to be an author. I want to be one of those people who makes a living by storytelling.

This has been my ultimate dream for a very long time, quite honestly from as far back as I can remember.

I started out by crudely stapling 10 pieces of office paper together and coming up with Detective stories starring my brother and I. We would come up with very basic stories about murders or missing animals, and we would very horribly attempt to illustrate these literary masterpieces. My gift is my writing, not my drawing! That went on for quite some time…I only wish that they had been saved so I could show them all to you. We really had fun with it.

In 3rd grade, I discovered my love of acting as well. I learned that playing a role was an extension of writing. It was taking words that you did not write and expressing them with your own spin. There was a lot of fun to be had in that.
I was cast as Alex, the main character for our play “Alex in DinoLand”. I only remember two scenes:
The opening scene was supposed to be me simply coming out from side stage, sitting down on the edge and starting my monologue. I remember thinking that it was way too simple and deserved something a bit more imaginative. So what I did was, I came out from side stage and acted like I was using a machete to cut back thick overgrowth. I zigged and zagged for 30 seconds or so, then saw a “nice spot”, sat down, and pretended to fish. And while I was reeling, I started my monologue.
The second scene I distinctly remember is one where I completely forgot my lines the first run of the show. The play was obviously an adaptation of Alice in Wonderland, and this scene was when I was talking to the caterpillar (who was some sort of dinosaur. All I remember is James’ aunt had made him a really cool looking outfit and I was jealous.) and there was dead silence as I realized I had no idea what I had to say next. My teacher ended up coming to the front of the stage and read me the first few words, then I handled it from there.

Overall, it was a great experience that I wish I had pursued throughout my education. Instead, I took college level classes, went home, maybe did my homework, and played video games to take up every last second of my free time. I did absolutely nothing extracurricularly to better myself or to find my passion.

4th – 6th grade, I remember being very excited about writing prompts. I knew I excelled at writing, but would never write in my free time. There were just too many video games to play. I’d write short stories that would blow my teachers minds out of the water. I watched as my English and writing scores blew through the roof until I was writing at a high school level.  But I did nothing with that skill.


This isn’t meant to bring me down, and I am certainly not unhappy with myself now. I’m just glad that I’ve finally found the sense to start making something of my gifts and actively pursuing my own betterment through this medium and community. The amount of bloggers I see on this site is astounding, and I love to see so many others who share my passion. It can take a lot to open yourself up to the world, and I have nothing but the utmost respect to those who do.

My next step is to keep posting on this blog every day, as much as I can. I was reading an article earlier saying how writing is a muscle, and that we as bloggers and writers and authors must use that muscle every day to get better at what we do. Something else that really stuck out to me was when he wrote that even if it’s crap, write EVERY day. Not every piece of work can be a masterpiece, I need to realize that. Utilizing this as a tool for the betterment of me as a writer is what I need to be thinking of.

This blog may begin to look a bit more random and personal than my original focus was set to. But you know? That’s okay.

Once I get enough skill, though I know that is completely relative, and in my mind I will probably never have enough, I will begin a book that I WILL finish. I want to see that money come in and see my phone explode with movie deals and book signings.

That’s my dream career right there.


A Trip to the DMV

Discomfort hung heavily in the air as I quickly found my seat against the back wall of the large and very open room. A slew of people sat in silence, eagerly, yet patiently waiting for their name to be called to end their misery.

“This is a great people-watching spot.” I thought as I glanced to my right. An attractive 20-something woman was sitting there looking slightly perturbed, very likely due to the elderly lady seated next to her who was coughing every minute or so. “I don’t have a cold, just a chronic cough” she insisted. I held back a chuckle.
To my left, a mother and 3 daughters, one of whom was there to get her first “official” license.
A solid 90% of the occupants of this tortuously silent building were 60+. “What a true representation of Maine” I responded to that observation.

I shot my gaze forward, to the two very chatty ladies running the show. They seemed to be getting the job done fast enough. “Just call my name” I thought.

An acquaintance of mine walked in and sat next to me, making it a bit more comfortable having a familiar face in the sea of strangers around me. After a polite greeting and an exchange of “How have you been?” ‘s, we too sat in silence.

It wasn’t too long after that a guy walks in the room and finds a seat next to us. It was then that he did the unthinkable, something you should never do in a group of silent strangers. He opened his mouth… and spoke. He kept trying to converse with my buddy, but he wouldn’t have it. He quickly whipped out his phone and played a few levels of Candy Crush. “Smart thinking my friend, smart thinking.” I smiled.
One half hour goes by, not a minute where the elderly woman on my right hasn’t gifted us with tiny molecules of mucus and possible disease and the man to my left hasn’t let out a very dramatic sigh and/or words in hopes of a conversation.

I’m a very patient person and certainly not violent, but after a period of time I was beginning to get quite restless. I really wanted to look that guy in the face and ask why, at his age, he hasn’t learned the gift of silence and politeness. Adult ADHD? I dont know, I just couldn’t stand hearing his sighs of negativity.

The young guy who signed up just before me was called, and my eyes lit up. I turn to my buddy and tell him, “We’re up next.” He looked quite relieved as well, presumably knowing that he wouldn’t have to sit next to Negative Newman for much longer.

One of the boss ladies stood up. “This is it, Jake.” my buddy says.
“Let’s hope so.”
“3..2..1” he starts counting down. I found it hilarious. After a flip of a page, the lady says George? No one stood up. Anna? Again, not a stand was taken.

As I stood up triumphantly, “Sweet Victory” started playing as I begin walking up to the boss lady in slow motion, while looking Jack Reacher cool in my leather jacket. The elderly people clapped and cried, my buddy rooted me on as I stopped at the attractive, now disease-ridden young lady, stood her up, swept her off her feet and planted a kiss right on her.

I finish my renewal in no more than 5 minutes, now sporting a brand new, much less murdery picture of myself. As I walk out the door, I nod to my buddy, about to head up for his turn to get out of there.

Even in situations like sitting at the DMV, it’s important to look around you and enjoy yourself. Unless of course you are Negative Newton. Please go home Negative Newton before I verbally abuse you.

And in the words of my DMV buddy, “Slow and Steady wins the race.”

The Meaning of TPoB

Here we are on Day 3 of The Daily Post’s “Zero to Hero” challenge and today’s goal is to post about the topic that was on your mind when you originally created your account and made the commitment to blog.
zero-to-heroThe Back Story
I have already mentioned how important it is to me to write down my thoughts, so it may not come as a surprise to you that that is a major reason I decided to start blogging. In the past, I have had strong feelings about certain things, wrote them down on a scrap piece of paper and that was the end of it. I have periodically attempted to keep a journal but it never took long for me to come to the conclusion that it was pointless to keep all of these thoughts to myself. I began finding myself writing like I was speaking to other people and not to myself. Sure, you can interpret that as being self-absorbed but I view it as a need to connect with people.
Why “The Pursuit of Betterment”?
Honestly, when it hit me to create a WordPress account, I was listening to Kid Cudi and had just finished “Pursuit of Happiness” Combining the title with one of my goals in life, to better myself in at least one way each and every day, I came up with TPoB. Simple I know, but I loved it and it stuck instantly. I have had a strong belief for about a year now that the best way to find out what you are supposed to do with your life is to not only identify your passions, but combine them in a way that allows them to build off from one another. In my case, I love music, writing and people. What better way to combine these than to start a blog?
downloadWhat it Means to You
As much or as little as you want it to. I’m looking to increase my skills in writing and if along the way I pick up some new like-minded friends, fantastic! I strongly believe that empowering others is a sure-fire way to empower yourself and seeing other people smile, especially because of me, puts a smile right back on my face.
3What You Can Expect
As the weeks go by, I am perfecting the flow of this blog and making all operations run as smoothly and as efficiently as possible. On my journeys around the site and as I teach myself the ins and outs of blogging, you will see this site become more and more “official” and consistent. I strive to make this experience as enjoyable as possible and I feel that if you are taking the time to stop in on a relatively constant basis, I should put in the work to please you to the best of my ability. I’m very open to suggestions, so if you ever feel like tossing a tip my way, check out the “Contact Me” page to get in touch with me and to shoot me some knowledge.

A deep thank you from the bottom of my heart to not only my new fans but the ones who have supported me from Day 1 in my journey to better myself and to get others thinking about what matters. 

Letter from the Editor 01/03/14

Buenas Noches, Pursuiters!

Today has been a fantastic and progressive day for me both personally and with this blog. I am actively taking part in The Daily Post‘s “Zero to Hero” challenge and today I reformatted my “About” page and created a “Contact Me” page , so I am feeling really good about that!

My very good friend from college, Brittany, just started her own blog here on WordPress titled “Standing Inside the Fire“, and let me tell you her first post is amazing! But don’t just take my word for it, check it out!

I have also made the decision to stop posting every weekday and instead focus on weekly/biweekly articles. The way I have it set up now, I’m focusing on quantity over quality. In my mindset of being dedicated to bringing you a fresh post every weekday, I have been neglecting to bring strong and consistent posts. In order for me to do my very best for you, I need to be taking more time to refine my posts and feel proud of each and every one before I hit that publish button. You will still see smaller posts here and there, but the larger, more in-depth articles are going to be coming once or twice a week. Please bear with me as I perfect the flow of the blog to bring you posts at maximum quality, consistency and efficiency.

I want nothing more than for this blog to be the absolute best it can be, for your sake and for mine. Thank you for being a part of this.


The Night Before the Night Before Christmas

Hey guys, Merry Christmas Eve Eve! No article tonight, but I wrote a poem to get you thinking about the true meaning of Christmas. Enjoy :)

It was the night before the night before Christmas
And all through the stores
All the slackers were shopping
For the gifts their kids asked for
WalMart was packed
Target was a mess
Every place that they went
Gave them more and more stress
The best deals were sold out
The TV’s missing too
“Should have shopped on Black Friday”
Were the thoughts of a few
Two fathers were betting
Pitting son against son
To see who would come out
With the last Xbox One
So much hustle and bustle
Not using brains over braun
There would be far less blood
If they had just used Amazon
But maybe that’s what Christmas is about
Who cares what is “right”
Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good fight

– Commercialism.