writing

People have different drives that impel them to do what they do. It’s like gasoline to a car. More often than not, people prefer to do things that bring gratification to them in some way.

So you met someone really fun and nice over your summer vacation. You become really good friends and have a great time hanging out. Then you both go home- trading contact information and promising to keep in touch, of course.

It's been a while since I've visited the topic of writers and their quirks. Today, I'm here to talk about a writer's need for a challenge. Challenges are what help a writer to grow, to learn more about writing, and become a better writer in general.

It's inevitable that what you want to be when you "grow up" will most likely change as you go through the actual process of "growing up".

I just wanted to talk about my own personal "growing up" process and how my future career hopes have changed.

As all of us bloggers here at progressive U know, blogging can be a tool for "progress". While I'm no expert, whichever way you define progress, blogging keeps ideas flowing through our keyboards to just about anyone. It forces us to think through issues (not just think about) to form opinions of our own. Just like milk, it helps us grow!

Why I Write (Words to get beyond words)/
Why I Think (Concepts to get beyond concepts)
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For any long-time Circus-13 listener, you’d know that Assault: Thief to Hero was our first full-length original production. Assault is based on a comic book character I created in the neighborhood of 15 years ago. I loved the concept and he stuck around. When I was looking to take one or two of my comic characters (I have a TON) and adapt them for audio, Assault jumped out at me.

I know the answer. I have for some time. It's easier to believe made-up lies. But my memory can't recall when I promised my soul, so I guess that it's safe to jump right in. Inside, I have feelings that bring back my hunger's needings. My deafinition makes me blind - twisted in my mind. Beginnings are so much easier than ends. And the truth becomes harder than just to pretend.