Wannabe Loner
I sit. And by sit, I mean lay down on my bed. I always do my best work in bed. I begin preparing myself for the writing task ahead of me. What will be the focus of my post? What topic will I hack the normalcy out of?
And that is where it stops.
I’ve realized something important about myself from my writing methodology. I am a wannabe loner. And by this I mean I want to establish an idea and catechize it alone, but I do not. My process is a little different.
Here is how it works: I prod the kitchen of my mind and find the correct ingredients to prepare my idea. This is difficult to do. Imagine being in a five star restaurant’s kitchen. Imagine all those rare succulent delicacies and piquant seasonings. The all too ample amount of the finest cookery spread throughout the islands, counters, and cupboards. Just imagine. Now times that by forty-two; the answer to life, universe, and everything; and you have the innards of my minds kitchen. May I remind you, this is just the kitchen. Once the required ingredients are obtained, I make dough. Yes, flour and water. When the mixture has accumulated into a solid mass, I make magic happen. I take that dough, the essence of my idea, and I do what any decent chef would do; I slap it. I slappa da dough! This is the most climacteric step in the entire ordeal.
This is where it goes from solo to a show yo.
In Mighty Morphin Power Ranger terms, this is where my Tyrannosaurus Dinozord joins forces and becomes the Megazord.
Or, in my kitchen analogy, it’s where I slap people in the face with floury dough. A much kneaded process. Hitting people with my idea both literally and figuratively allows my mind to churn. There feedback, albeit often irrelevant to the direction I take, aids me in flushing out that wondrous dough into a pizza masterpiece. Once this is done, I slather on the tomato sauce (glue of my story), overload it with cheese (the jokes), and sprinkle on some pepperonis (no symbolism, I just like pepperonis). And viola! A bost is porn.
While this blog is comprised of 93% of my own ideas, that 7% of others insight is a tremendous boost in making what is great, brilliant. I am not completely alone in my process. I can’t be. Hence, I am just a wannabe loner.
Posted on February 9, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged blog, food, funny, humor, lol, mighty morphin power ranger, news, Personal, thoughts, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.


A wannabe loser? Just follow everything I do and you won’t wannabe, you will be. I lied to a girl last week about being at a Super Bowl party so she’d think I was cool. Then I bit her because subconsciously I hate(d) her. So yeah, don’t get invited places and bite people. You’ll be a loser like me in no time
Maybe that should be your next book?
She’s going to be in something for sure.
By the way if that was your review thanks I really appreciate it. If not then uhhhh awkward.
That moment when you are deciding whether or not to take credit for something you did not do. lol
Sorry, wasn’t me.
Hmm I’ll go back to pretending it was a really hot chick then.
Thanks for the Power Ranger analogy, really brought it to my level.
I do what I can to bring it to everyone. When I switch topics, I yell, “It’s morphin time!” It sounds cool…The actual seeing of it is another thing.
I’m really building up your character in my mind from all of this. Phenomenal.
I have a tendency to be just that…Phenomenal. Phenomenally good or bad; I don’t know.
my wife is always pointing this out to me
Don’t worry you are not alone. I know someone who points out the same thing. They have to understand though, that while I talk to them about my idea, it is my idea. lol Still, I’ll give them credit.
and then there’s the piles of books around me, and the few, necessary correspondents, and….
What are we gonna do…what are we gonna do. Well, I can actually do something about it. You have to wake up next to your critic.
I used to cook dressed like that… until I met bacon.
Now you are making me despise bacon for such a travesty as preventing such a thing.