By Trevor A.
Keveloh
(Dedicated to my friend Mathew.)
I don’t know what my
struggle has been but it has to do with my back and forth non sense and the
fact that I absofawknloootly refuse to quit on this dream of mine I’ve had
since birth. And splash in some bullshit family drama and people, you have
yourself a fawkn writer.
My friend Mathew (whom
this is dedicated too) gave me some schooling last night. We talked a lot about
acting and writing and some projects he and I are working on and he told me
that I need to stop fighting and start writing. I need to basically get out of
my own head and get it on paper (computer, whateva.) So here I am, trying to
make sense of a blog and drive towards a point. I guess what it will be is that
we are all writers n shit and the people that actually do write and stop or
pause or come across “writers block” need to simply… JUST. WRITE…
There is no other way to
say it. (Sorry for hacking the film called Just Write starring Jeremy Piven,
but it makes sense.) Writing like
anything else in this world is as easy and as complicated, difficult, boring, and
exciting as you make it.
I usually have something
exciting or worthwhile to bang out on the old shitboard, but I am kind of
keeping my cards closer to my chest that usual these days. With unwelcoming
people lurking in the weeds, like a rabid hyenas, ready to pounce when I am
injured or distant, but this time, I play differently.
That may have made little
or no sense but it was kind of cool to type and think about. I was going to go
on with this really awesome tangent of man and animal examples but like I said,
keeping cards close to my chest is much more worthwhile than a bunch of
jagaloons doing what they do best which is… Jagaloonin n shit.
The block that we writers
go thru can last a few months, years, decade and I think after a certain point,
most would just say to hang em up… But I am a firm believer in not quitting
especially your art, passion and all that awesome gooey shit we feel and want
to push out, no not the squirts. Speaking of the squirts, ehh, well, nevermind
with that, that’ll be a whole new blog on its open n shit J
So yea, that writers
block, no point, rambling bullshit, family drama, friends are friends, exes
with pec’s and what not. I guess what I’m really trying to say is that I don’t want
to really get into a lot because I’m storing it for my acting classes in order
to use as motivation, strength and somewhere to pull shit (Feelings) from and I
want it to be as pure and natural as possible. I also have this really rad idea
for a blog about some really lame dramatic shit that I will write but prolly
not post cuz it’s for me n shit. Maybe I will. I dunno. For some reason I feel
like I’m typing the inner monologue of Adaptation or something. Because I am
actually speaking out loud the words I’m typing rather than keeping it in my
head and jamming out to SHM type shit. I even sang a lil. Now this is turning
into a letter from the movie Big which I did not intend it to be…So let’s get
off this topic and back to the nonexistent one that I am going to trail off
into the sunset, alone, while riding a tricycle.
I read back in the day
about this really easy way to get out of a funk of non-writing. You just open
up a random book and read the first sentence and then build off it into
whatever it is you want to write about. I like that idea a lot. So if you have
any other ideas, let me know cuz that would be rad.
The holidays are among us
and I will be spending them in LA alone. This will be the first time I have
been away from my family for Christmas ever and as much as I’d like to spend it
with my mother and father; I am choosing to spend it out here. It’s something
personal that I want to do and overcome, a milestone if you may. I spent
Thanksgiving in LA as well and will continue to spend holidays out here until I
feel like I actually WANT to go visit rather than am EXPECTED to go back and
visit. That’s what we call choices and they were always a problem for you… ;) So
I hope everyone gets nice and shitty at Tha Lawdge or downtown Naper or
wherever and sends me pics and vids and snaps and tits and all that shit cuz I
may just go hiking or something instead of drinking rum filled egg nog and
pigging out on my mom’s cookie factory.
Well on that note I am going
to end this cycle of madness and work on some scene studying and some personal
growth… I hope everyone enjoyed this shit.
