Bradley Alan, this is Brad…

…You really Really REALLY need to shut–down that lovely brain of yours.

You‘re really Really REALLY driving me crazier than I thought possible.

There is way Way WAY tooooooo much going on in here right now.

I‘m getting tired.

Aren‘t you???

Please???

–ME/YOU

“All Thoughts, All Passions, All Delights, Whatever Stirs This Mortal Frame…”

“…All Are But Ministers Of Love, And Feed His Sacred Flame.”

—SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

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(((POET)))

(((WRITER)))

(((CRITIC)))

(((PHILOSOPHER)))

I Ran Across This Quotation Last Night…

…And It Felt Very VERY Relevant To What I’ve Been Doing Of Late.

“The Man Who Writes About Himself AND His Own Time Is The Only Man Who Writes About All People AND About All Time.”

—GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

I May Not See It Exactly As SHAW Had, But I Get The Gist Of What He Was Saying.

I Write About Myself, Mainly, Because I’m What I Know.

A Person MUST Write What They Know, And I’m The One Subject I Know The Best.

Sometimes, I Wish I Didn’t Know Myself So Well.

Sometimes, I Wish I Could Just Turn It All Off.

As Kids, My Brother Had A Standing Order For Xmas Or Birthday Gifts.

He Wanted A “Remote Controlled Bradley” So He Could “Turn Him Off“!!!

😦

I’m Not Even Joking There, My Peeps.

That’s Exactly What He Wanted.

People Have Wanted To Turn Me Off The Bulk Of My Life.

It Comes With The Territory.

It Goes Hand–N–Hand With Mental Illness.

No One Knows How To Fix You…

…Yet Everyone Wants To.

Even Little Brothers.

So, What Can I Say Toward That?

Honestly, Not Much.

I Do Wish I Had An Off-Switch.

It Would Have Come In Handy Many, Many Times.

But, Alas, I Do Not.

So, Now What?!

Help Me Here, My Peeps.

What’s Up?

What’s The Story?

What’s The Scoop??

What Can I Do???

It’s Just A Bit After 5AM…

…Yet, Here I Sit…

…Talking To Y’all…

…Wishing I Had More To Honestly Say.

Everything I Want To Say, I Can’t.

Everything I Want To Do, I Can’t.

So, Where Does That Leave Us?

If You Said “Right Back Where We Started“ You’d Be Very Much Correct.

I’m Tired.

I Feel Used-Up.

I Feel Worn-Out.

Maybe I Should Try Going Back To Bed?

Well, I Would If I Knew It Would Be A Positive.

But, It Wouldn’t Be.

It’d Just Be More Of The Same.

Tossing.

Turning.

Blankly–Staring.

I Just Don’t Know, My Peeps.

I Sincerely Don’t Know.

I Do Know I Don’t Write For All People…

…Nor For All Time.

I’m Just Here.

I’m Just Me.

I’m Just Writing What Feels Right.

Even Though, Sometimes, It’s Very VERY Wrong.

I Hate My Brain.

I Hate My Heart.

I Hate Everything About Myself.

Why?

Because, I Don’t Function Properly.

I Can Be The Nicest, Most Charming Person Around.

And, Then, In The Same Breath, I Can Be Malicious.

I Can Be Cruel.

I Can Be Evil.

Life’s Funny That Way, I Suppose.

Is It Funny I Find That Funny?

Is It Wrong?

Is It In Bad-Taste?

I Just Don’t Know.

I Do Know It’s Time To End This Ramble.

I’m Just Not Feeling It.

I Started–Out Shaky On The Subject…

…And I Remain So.

So, I’ll Just Shut-Up.

Perhaps Later I’ll Be More Able To Convey My Thoughts And Feelings.

Right Now…

…Both MY MIND And MY HEART Are In A Very Dark Place.

Trying To Work When I’m Like This Is Generally A Bad Thing.

Nothing Good Has Ever Come Of It…

…And I Don’t See Any Good Coming Anytime Soon.

Perhaps Later?

Perhaps.

“Drag Your Thoughts Away From Your Troubles…”

“…By The Ears, By The Heels, Or Any Other Way You Can Manage It. It‘s The Healthiest Thing A Body Can Do.“

—MARK TWAIN

(aka SAMUEL CLEMENS)

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“A Subtle Thought That Is In Error May Yet Give Rise To Fruitful Inquiry…”

“…That Can Establish Truths Of Great Value.“

—ISAAC ASIMOV

((1920–1992))

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-=SCIENCE FICTION WRITER=-

Thoughts AND Questions… …Sunday Edition

Alright, My Peeps.

Now That I’ve Found All My Old Notes…

…Rough-Drafts…

…Scrawlings And Scribblings…

…Character Lists…

…Plot Outlines…

…The Works…

…I Find Myself In A State Of Pure DISARRAY!

There’s So Much To Work With That I’m Overwhelmed.

I’m Muddled.

I’m Fog’ishly Foggy.

I Must Must MUST Get Organized.

There’s Just So Much.

So SO MUCH.

The Task Is A Bit Heavy, To Be Honest.

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QUESTION #1:

HOW DO Y’ALL GET ORGANIZED?!

QUESTION #2:

WHAT DO YOU DO SPECIFICALLY THAT BRINGS ABOUT THE BEST RESULTS FOR YOURSELF?!

QUESTION #3:

HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHICH OF YOUR THOUGHTS/PROJECTS ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT TO BE HANDLED AT THAT PARTICULAR TIME?!

QUESTION #4:

WHICH DO YOU PUT FIRST…

…YOUR BLOG…

…OR…

…YOUR LARGER PROJECTS?!?!

QUESTION #5:

DID YOU JUST GRAB MY ASS?!?!

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I’m Very Curious As To What Y’all Will Say.

I Have So Many Different Directions To Go, Yet Am Hampered By The Fact That There’s Only ONE Me.

Well, Only ONE Me That I Have Access To, I Suppose.

And I Just Can’t Wrap My Head Around This One.

What’s My Better Material?

What Characters Do I Have The Most Established In My Notes?

What Notes Do I Have That Are Closest To A Finalized Idea?

Work On The Novel?

Work On The Other Novel?

Work On The Screenplay?

Work On The Pieces That Have No Set Format, Yet?

Work wORk worK

!!! !!!! !!!

😐

BRADLEY = OVERWHELMED

BRADLEY = DISTRESSED

BRADLEY = LOST In A VAST Horde Of GRAND Possibilities

😐       😐

I Need ADVICE, My Peeps.

How Do I Settle-Upon Any ONE THING, And Run With It, When There’s So SO MUCH To Work-With/Choose-From

???? ??? ????

YOUR THOUGHTS, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, My Peeps?!?

PLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSE?!?!?

I Sat Down To Write… …And Got Lost In Thought… …AGAIN!

This Is Happening Far Far FAR TOOOOOO OFTEN.

Period.

I Think Of Something I Wanna Write About…

…Then Get Muddled-Up Thinking About A Billion Other Things.

What About This?!

What About That?!

How Did I Manage This?!

What The Hell Is This?!

Why The Hell Am I Thinking About This?!

And On…

…And On…

…And On And On And On!

Grrr.

Drives Me Crazy!

Well…

…Crazier.

I’m Already Carting Enough Crazy Around With Me To Convert A Small City.

I Wish I Were Joking About That…

…But…

…Alas….

…I’m Not.

Hell, I’m Certified!

I’ve Got The Paperwork To Prove It!

Do YOU!?

See.

I Win.

Again.

Though, I’m Not Sure That’s Something I’d Really Wanna Claim As A Grand Victory, Ya Know?!

Sheesh.

ANYWAY…

…The Past Few Days Have Not Treated Me Well.

Being Ill Is An Understatement.

Goddamn Sinus-Infection.

They’re Bastards From Hell, I Swear!

So Not Only Is My Head Plugged AND Pounding…

…But It Forces Me To Breathe Through My Mouth.

What Does That Amount To?!

YEP…

…DRY MOUTH.

😦

Something I Sincerely Can’t Stand.

So I’ve Been Drinking My Weight In Water…

…And Lemonade.

I Simply LOVE Lemonade.

Must Be The Southern Portion Of My Upbringing.

That Side Of The Fam Was ALWAYS Big Into The Lemonade.

And The Sweet-Tea.

Love That Sweet-Tea.

Wait.

Why Am I Talking About Lemonade And Tea?!

Sheesh.

SEE!

I’m Just Rambling!

Dammit.

Someone Really Needs To Step-In And Stop Me When I Start That Shit.

I Don’t Mind It, But Everyone Else Seems To Hate It.

I CAN’T HELP IT!

I’m Long-Winded!

MY BAD!!!

😦

The Point Of All This Was For Me To Tell You WHY I’ve Been In Reblog-Mode.

It’s Simply Because I Haven’t Felt Great.

And Haven’t Felt Up To Writing, As I Am Now.

And NO, I’m Not Feeling Any Better Right Now.

But I Felt I MUST MUST MUST Get Something Out There To Explain My Recent Actions.

I Simply LOVE The Reblog Option.

When I Don’t Feel Quite Right…

…I Reblog.

Plain And Simple.

It Just So Happens People Have Been Talking About Things In Their Blogs That Sincerely Interest Me.

So…

…I Kinda Figure Other Peeps Might Also Be Interested.

Am I Right?!

Are You Interested?!

I Sure As Shit Hope So.

Otherwise, What’s The Point?!

I Don’t Want To Post Things Peeps Don’t Care About…

…But Sometimes That’s An Impossible Task.

Sheesh.

I’m Doing It Again.

I’m Rambling.

I Really Should Get That Part Of My Brain Checked-Out.

There Must Be A “Rambling OFF Button” Somewhere.

No One Has Been Able To Find Mine…

…Yet.

Maybe One Day?!

Maybe, Indeed.

😀

Anyway, Kiddies…

…I’m Tired.

I Need A Rest.

I Haven’t Been Sleeping Very Well During My Current Ills.

It’s Hard To Sleep When You Can’t Breathe Through Your Nose.

This Is Something I’m VERY SURE Y’all Can Identify With.

It’s A Pisser, Fo SHO, My Peeps.

SO…

…I’m Going To Put On A Movie…

…I’m Going To Put My Feet Up…

…I’m Going To Relax To The Max…

…And I’m Going To Try My Best To NOT Do Anything Of Mention.

I Figure If I’m Not Doing Anything Worth Mentioning…

…Well…

…Ya Know…

…Perhaps I Won’t Mention It.

😉

What Movie Shall I Watch?!

I’m Thinking…

“SOMEONE BEHIND THE DOOR“

(1971)

…Starring…

CHARLES BRONSON

…And…

ANTHONY PERKINS

!!! !!!

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Sound Good To You?!

GREAT!!

Sounds Good To Me, Also!!

So Let’s Chill, My Peeps.

Let’s Put Up Our Feet.

Let’s Relax.

Let’s Get Lost In The World That Is Cinema.

Ready?!

Aaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnd….

…GO!

😀

“I Still Find Each Day Too Short For All The Thoughts I Want To Think…”

“…All The Walks I Want To Take, All The Books I Want To Read, And All The Friends I Want To See.“

—JOHN BURROUGHS

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“…For That Man Is Detested By Me As The Gates Of Hell…”

“…Whose Outward Words Conceal His Inmost Thoughts.”

—HOMER

(Taken From His Work The “ILIAD“)

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