Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Monday, Sept. 20, 2004 - 4:22 a.m.

So it has been a week now, and much has changed.

I can't say I haven't been busy, but then, I can't say I couldn't have made myself available to you.

...I'll save such lamentations for the morning after.

Analyzing the way others organize their thoughts in their writing intrigues me to no end. I have been getting a bunch of e-mails lately in regards to how I write, most of them questions about how long I spend on each entry. Apparently thee are some people out there who think that I slowly compose each of these entries, then put up a big compiled essay for all to see.

Definitely not the case. Everything I put into this is spit out on the spot, using any other method would be false, and eliminate the purpose of keeping a diary altogether. I'm trying to capture my emotion and mood on the spot, exactly what I am thinking and feeling in this very moment.

Something occured to me today as I was driving down the roads of Pembroke with my friends Nate and Liz...I know now exactly why this time of year appeals to me to no end; reminiscense. Something about the way the light streams through the trees and plays upon the ground, something about how the season alters the colors of nature...it brings me back and sets me in an almost surreal time period, a time of peaceful conspiracy, when I and those I loved would venture out and do the things we could only do then and there. The musty air of forbidden, abandoned structures...the brisk and biting air which hangs crisp about your hands as you stand outside, watching your breath escape your throat like soul...The warmth of that special someone gripping you in the darkness as you both stand, wide-eyed and open-minded staring into the darkness, their whispers tickling your eardrums from the silence...

It's an experience from a past life, tugging at me from within, begging me to make it happen again. I don't want to disappoint you, whatever you are inside me, just as I've never disappointed you before. Whatever it is inside of me that draws me out, I will always heed your call.

Delve Into The Past - Onward Into The Future