The Book - Part 1

I've been thinking a lot about this "book" lately. Perhaps the flame was rekindled the other week when someone at work, in jest, commented about me writing a book. Regardless of the reason, it is something that I have been pondering lately and yet I still really feel that it is not worth persuing anymore. I suppose more or less it is the subject matter that I feel is really not worthy of all the time and effort that writing requires. Not to mention the fact that writing about any particular something really in and so itself is stating that you feel the subject is worthwhile. That being the case, I've decided to stop while I'm ahead and abandon this project before I regret my efforts. Plus this might save me some scorn by those in this life that have never really even bothered to read one line of my writing, but feel the need to criticize my actions. Hence, I have broken down and am now willing to share the couple of chapters that I have composed over the past few months, and it would only be natural to begin at the beginnning with the introduction:

The beginning is far too blurry to recall all the details, whether significant or superficial, or to assign this once-upon-a-time a definitive capital letter. The events themselves stand at attention along the timeline of our lives and we give them momentum, so much so that the words once spoken are unraveled from sentence and tossed together forming a rather unappetizing word salad, while the places and people begin to smear their colors together congealing themselves into a brown finger-painted mess. Memories can be funny that way. Or perhaps it is the human mind in all its complexities that chooses those things which we are to recall and those that have been condemned to the dungeonous confines of our short term memory, never to be retrieved. Whatever the case may be, these types of situations often dictate themselves and therefore commence during the more obscure and yet oddly predictable instances in life. This tale is no exception to the rule, and thus we have a rather cliche beginning. Despite the predictablity of our opening plot, the characters are all but typical.