Apologies and Procrastination

Hello to all of my millions of subscribers (3 I think), I just wanted to apologize for how long this post has taken to be read beside your morning cup of coffee. I’m sure it really ruined your day not seeing my posts every morning. I can only imagine how miserable life would be without a touch of Ben in it.

By now, I imagine you probably all know about my incredible ability to procrastinate. It’s truly amazing how talented I am at it, I’m gonna win the Procrastination Olympics once I get off this couch. It’s a really big deal and the deadline is soon, good thing there’s still time though.

I created every reason one could imagine to not write a new post; the excuses included but were not limited to; because I was busy with classes, then searching for a job (found one, don’t know what I was thinking there), then reading (not as much as I had planned, I got busy ok! Emily would roll her eyes at this point) and after that a vacation.

When I first started with this blog I thought “You know, Ben, you actually stand a chance of not slacking this time.” And then after two very well done posts, I slacked for several months. It became this whole thing of “let’s see how long my procrastination will survive.” I was at the point where it was the backup dancer for Jesus’ performance of I Will Survive.

So just to put an end to the rambling, which I’m sure is exhausting. Who am I kidding, I’m never exhausting (there should be like an Emily commentary edition of my blogs). I’m sorry about how long it’s taken to write this post. I will work to make sure that I don’t disappoint my screaming fangirls by taking forever again.

I’ve been looking to actually start writing a story only for this blog to maybe gain some interest in my stories. Chances are good I’ll procrastinate for that too. So no promises.

Anyways, so I’m gonna work very hard to not procrastinate anymore. As always, I really really would love to hear from all my fans (again, 3). If you have anything you want to say, like berate me for my lateness just go ahead and leave that in the comments.

Thanks!

BW

P.S. My three followers include Emily, a friend, and a chef that likes to go on and on (TheRantingChef).

P.P.S. You can just YouTube “Jesus singing I Will Survive” to see what I was talking about.

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Why I Write: Part 1

This is an important question, one that I’ve been pondering for a while. I’ll attempt to tone the sarcasm down a notch; this doesn’t mean it won’t be there at all, just less. It’s taken me a long time to really completely realize this reason, and as the title would suggest this isn’t the only reason, but it’s one of the main reasons at least. And it’s the one that’s the easiest to explain without getting into the misanthropic side of things.

For as long as I can possible remember I have always been into books. Whether they were factual books about sharks that live deep in the ocean, or fictional books about pirates that sail the seven seas and hunt those sharks that live deep in the ocean; I just loved to read. I loved the places you could go all from the comfort of your own home.

As I got older, I got into Cristopher Paolini with his Inheritance Series. Then Tolkien with Middle Earth; I’ll have a middle earth duel with any fan any day of the week. Harry Potter was phenomenal, I use to dream about being adopted by James and Lily Potter. Benjamin Potter was a pretty cool name at the time. I would create characters and weave myself into their other stories. Books were never just books for me, they were escapes, ways for me to get away.

All of those stories, they all have a wondrous fantasy world that, although at times fear would be high, it would make for a truly fascinating adventure. I’ve always dreamed of “going on an adventure.” Doesn’t everyone dream of adventures and escapades? Well, so I decided that I would take what I already did and applied so well for other people’s stories, and create my own.

I created my own. I created worlds, where I could travel and roam. Each of the characters, the main ones (not the storm troopers or red shirts of my worlds), I put a little bit of my personality into them. From the young evil king of the empire, to the superhero of legendary status, each of them I can find part of me in. In a way it almost feels like I am going on those adventures.

I make those characters, the wars, monsters and legends; I make them so that I can get the awesome opportunity of traveling and adventuring through those lands. There are no shortage of adventures you can have if your imagination is good, and mine is painfully good. It’s why Emily gets frustrated with me when I won’t watch horror movies, that and because I’m a huge baby.

I write to give me, Ben Wright, the privilege of being on those journeys.

BW

P.S. You can follow me on Twitter @ bengalewright

P.P.S. I would really love to hear from my readers.

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A Rough Beginning

I was born on a sunny April day in the middle of Mexico. ¿Habla español? Oh, oops, New Mexico. Sorry, I always forget that, silly me.

I was born on Good Friday, they named it that in prediction of me, I’m just that good. When the date naming men of a thousand years ago, looked into the heavens for answers on what to name that April day, they heard a mysterious voice answer, “Name it Good Friday.” Not knowing why, they decided not to argue with the voice from the heavens. Later, their kids were puzzled by the fact that it was named Good Friday, so they accredited it to some guy named Jesus (Hay-sus, it’s the Mexican in me).

Am I really that awesome that a heavenly voice was looking out for me a thousand years ago? I believe that answer is pretty obvious, duh! *fist bump heavenly fist descending from the sky*. We’re pretty tight, yo!

Well, anyways, I enjoy long romantic strolls (to the fridge). And I can spend the whole day with one of my loves (netflix, that’s for you). I guess an easy way to describe me is just, romantic *sigh*.

So if you’re reading this and thinking “Man, this Ben guy should really stay off the internet.” You’re right. Where’s that period again? *move glasses down to the bridge of my nose* Ah, I found it> Anyways, and if you think the only reason I’m writing this is to feed my narcissism. Once again you’re right. Wait… Did I say narcissism? I meant, humility, God! Dang auto correct, screwed me up again. Agh. And if you think my sarcasm belongs in the deepest darkest corner of the universe, yes, you’re right. This one is for you that green pant wearing hooligan at my school.

However, the real reason I wrote this is because, well I’m a writer. I enjoy writing. I write every sort of fictional thing, except romance. I’m not able to write happy romance stories, I mean my own romantic life is just so unfortunate, sorry Emily. But I thought it could be a cool idea, to take my stories and ideas, to you all; the sometimes lacking in life experiences peeps (not the sugary delicious kind, you all would taste disgusting).

So to sum this blog up in three words… Narcissistic. Sarcastic. Misanthropic (I don’t care what any of you think).

Also, don’t forget to keep smiling like that extremely happy teacher that goes to my school and is never a crazy psycho *beep*.

Anyways, until next time. Adios amigos, darn Mexican in me again.

BW

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