I Have it, What do I do With It.

A couple of months ago I made the decision to purchase the new Windows 8. I found the preview version to be interesting. I think I made a good decision. At first there was a blip or two. I discovered after the long download that if I wanted to add media center, it had to be downloaded before Windows 8. Now I had to format C and start over with a clean install of Windows 7, down load and install media center, then reinstall the Windows 8 upgrade. I think all the work was worth it, I really do.

But, a little down side. I haven’t written anything new in months. I’ve been tapping these keys in every manner possible, but I have produced nothing of substance. Not one paragraph, not even a sentence. I don’t mean here: this is just for practice. No one be me will ever read a word of this, as I see it. But it is good practice. The writing I was referring to is my novel, a short story, or even a new poem. I have become dry of new thoughts. I know it is everything that is going on. Work, too much work, not enough time, and someone who needs your company. Put it all together and it make writing a little difficult. It will come. Soon I think. A new word, a sentence, then a whole paragraph. After that chapters will follow and in the end a new creation.

With the holidays coming there will be a little more time at home, therefore I should be able to toss a few ideas at the old computer and see what evolves. For now bed is calling, a long trip awaits early morning.

Good night, God bless, and Merry Christmas to all.

Cherokee Knight

Decisions Again

Another decision. A few months ago I downloaded windows 8 preview. Liked it well enough but a problem arose with a nasty little bugger and I had to do a complete wipeout and reinstall. Beings I could only use the preview till Jan. 15th; at that time it goes inactive, I did not reinstall it. Now it is being offered for a time for $39. I reinstalled 8 today–found out I have forgotten how to use some of it–and I still like it. Trouble is, do I like it $40 dollars worth. I think I do. Anyway, this is a test to see if this app works the way it is suppose to. After all no one ever reads my scribbles but me.

Cherokee Knight

People, People, and Yeah, People

It never amazes me how childish some people can be. Children can be expected to have little tantrums. It’s their way, and it is natural. But when grown men act like a child I can’t help but wonder, why. Are they so insecure being disagreed with hurts their tender feelings. Because they didn’t like what someone else thought; didn’t agree with them on one issue or another. What the heck. If we all agreed on everything what a boring world this would be. An yes I witnessed just such childish behavior from some one I thought more grown up and mature. Why I ask myself does someone act in such a manner for absolutely no reason. No reason other than reading something that is not there. But it’s not the first time this same person has gone off like a rabid child when others, including me, didn’t agree with him. So why was I dismayed that it happened again. I guess I was taken by surprise because this time he did it in such a childish way. I mean it. Many times I’ve witnessed spoiled brats exhibit more finesse than he. Not that it matters. I have better things to do than tippy toe around so as not to hurt someone’s tender ego.

Anyway it’s bed time again and tomorrow is another work day.

I bid myself adieu as I am the only one that will ever read what is written on this page anyway.

Goodnight

Another Wasted Night

I did it again. Got myself interested in trying out new junk and find myself sitting here at near midnight when I should have been in bed two hours ago. What did I accomplish? Unknown as yet if anything I did works. Played around with add-ons I don’t need, linking things no body reads, and just plain wasting time. Now Laquita needs to go for a walk, and we both need to get to bed. She is laying on the kitchen floor pouting at me now because I haven’t taken her out, given her nightly treat, and put her to bed.

With that I take my leave. Good night and may God Bless.

Nick Fraysher

I find Myself with a Dilemma

I have been thinking about the upcoming election, and to my horror I find I have no one to vote for. That is no one I actually want to vote for. I need another choice. A choice who is of the people, for the people, and understands the needs of the people. A choice that loves this country more than the prestige the office brings. A choice that will be at his desk working diligently to find solutions to our problems instead of posing for the camera at every opportunity. A choice that will work to build a strong government, yet one that is trim and fit, the surplus fat removed. A choice that understands it only takes one man to carry a chair and place it in the proper place. Not one to carry it, another to supervise the job, a third to make sure the first two did the job, and yet another to make sure the chair is straight. A choice not only for the big chair, but also for all the little chairs. Multiple choices willing to work overtime, and weekends till the job is done. I would love to see a third party, maybe the tea party–it was a tea party after all that started the drive for this great country’s independence–or the justice league party, I like that name–rise up and say, we need change. Real, actual change that will build a better America for all Americans. What was the reason for the first tea party? Does anyone remember. They taught us in history, when history was actually taught. Taxes. Yes, excessive taxation without representation. Sound familiar? Could it happen again? Possibly. After all, all we have is a train load of mudslinging chowder heads duking it out like kindergarten bully wantabees. That is not representation to my line of thinking.
Yes we need change, We the people need to change. We need to look at what is really going on and ask what can we do for our country, not what can our country do for us, because unless we do something to change our country, soon it won’t be there to help us. It will be there to oppress us. The wheels are in motion, our government is going bust. It is out of control and spiraling downward to it demise. We need change. We need a real choice that really cares for this country and the people. Yes, we need a third choice to rise up from the ashes and lead us to a stronger, leaner government that can live within its means and support the men and women that support it whole heartedly, with pride and humility. Give me change. Give me a real man, or woman, that says what he or she means, does what he or she says, and does not speak with a forked tongue like those presently warming chairs, at least sometimes the chairs are a tad warm. Then give me like choices of men and women to fill the rest of the governments chairs. Now that would be a real change.

Nick J. Fraysher

Things I Want to Do, I Don’t.

Each day I find myself doing things I don’t want, but the things I want to do I don’t seem to tackle. The problem stems from being sidetracked. Yeah, I get blindsided by the e-mail bug. Somehow I just can’t seem not to check in there before I start the, I want to do projects. Things like writing, and writing, and yep, writing. After the e-mail thing which there are usually too many good minded friends that think it’s fun to forward all the time wasting, can’t resist to read, see the doggy play dead, oh the pretty cats sleeping in the laundry basket, and the best ever double doggy doo doo in the park. Who thinks up all this stuff and how much time do they waste putting it all together just so they can annoy half the world with it? Yeah I get a little miffed when I add up the time I spend sorting through all the pretty little things I get in the mail.

Okay the e-mail is done, now there are the check out my facebook friends and all the fun new things they have been up to. Oh my, a new friend request. Gotta go check them out. See what they have been doing for the last decade. And the hours fly by.

Now it’s time to sit down and do some serious writing on the novel, or maybe a new poem.  Do I see that right? Can it actually be 15 minutes till midnight? Did I not sit down here some few minutes after 8 o’clock? Where has four hours gone? Who stole them? Did the Grinch stop by or something? I mean he did steal Christmas once? Could he be the culprit responsible for all this. It’s a rerun like on TV. You know, those things they show over and over again but we just can’t seem not to watch them again and again. Not that we have much choice. There are 100 times more reruns on then something new never seen before. Ain’t that the way it goes?

Well, it is now 7 minutes till midnight and I have to be up by five for work so once again I say good night and close the untouched, almost forgotten, Nicks New Novel folder and say good night to all. All being me, myself, and I cause we are the only ones that ever come in here.

With that I say adieu.

Nick

PS. It is now 12:08 and I’m still here. Must go. Must log off. Must get to bed. Hit save you fool and get the heck out of here.

A Little to Late

Time comes and time goes, all I want to know is, where in the dickens does it go to. I can sit down and place my pinkies on the keyboard to work on some project or another and two hours later they have pecked out a menagerie of useless junk from the far reaches of the Internet, but the lazy things have done nothing constructive on the assignment set before them. Now who is to blame? My fingers can only do what my mind tells them to do, or can they. Sometimes I think they have a mind of their own cause every time I put them to work they stray into the unknown looking for some new tidbit of information that is relatively useless in the scope of things before them. Why, what lures them to wander aimlessly about in the vast emptiness of cyber space. That endless void where everything is known, and nothing is always real. Or is it nothing is actually real. I get the feeling the latter is in fact the most accurate.

True, in those ramblings I do run across people of interest, bits and pieces of puzzles that lead to possible storylines—when I actually work on a story that is—and even an occasional relative or two. Problem with the relative part is I never take the time to try to reconnect with lost family until it is too late and they have vanished back into the black void from which I stumbled across them in the first place.

And as far as the tidbits of information I find lying about that could possibly be the coup de grace for the lost meanderings that keep me from my one true goal, the return to writing a literary masterpiece. Okay, okay, to finishing the final draft of my, hopefully, good novel. No better than good. I don’t settle for mediocre in anything I do, soooo it has to be much better than good. So so just won’t suffice. Therefore I must set my goals to the highest and strive to create a masterpiece that will keep readers glued to their seats, refusing to set the work aside until it is finished, then run out and buy my next spellbinding works. Now let’s put the cart back behind the horse and set to work finishing the first novel that has lain untouched for far too long. When that has been polished to perfection, then it will be time to set forth on the quest of another tale of mystery and suspense even the most hardened editor can not resist reading from cover to cover.

A lofty dream it is, I know. But one thing I always do is dream big. Why waste time on an itsy bitsy little piddling project when the sky is the limit to those that reach for the golden ring. Problem one, I have never seen the golden ring. Will someone show me where to find it.

Oh well, it’s time to go away and sulk in the corner until my fingers decide to follow instructions. The page is before me. The story is very impelling and most everyone that has read the rough draft has had nothing but good things to say. Now were they good things because I was standing less than an arms length away. I think not. I really think they enjoyed what they were reading. Now it is only fit that I should go forth and finish that which I started far too may years ago. Only one a.m. The night is young. Let the Scribbler be unleashed and the keys be forever non sticky.

Good night all,

Cherokee Knight, that’s Nick to my friends. But then none of my friends or family ever come here. So what does it matter anyway.

Gone but not forgotten. “I’ll be back.”

It may be next year the way I get back to things, but it’s never too late. At least I hope that’s so cause these days I sure put too much stuff off till later, and later seems to get farther away each new day.