Fuck off, Death.

It has been a while since I have logged onto this site and taken the time to write something new. I hope that my silence didn't offend you. And, although my presence on this blog has been mute, I want you to know that my journey has been loud. In no way I have stopped writing. In no way have I even slowed my writing down. In fact I would say that my output has increased to levels that I have never even come close to in my past. It is just that this website has not been the medium that I have chosen to do that writing with-- I hope that doesn't upset you. And, if it does... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 
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Over the past months I have been working on so many things. The completion of my first ever screenplay is in sight. I see the light at the end of the tunnel and I must admit.... it's terrifying. I have written the first complete draft of my novel and have spent all of today, up until the point of writing this, working on its first rewrite. I have rediscovered an old pastime that I once loved, but have forgotten about over the past few years. It's called journaling. It's odd. You use these things called pens and these things called notebooks and you just... write. There's no backlight to shine upon my face. There's no internet to distract me from life. There is no clicking and no clacking upon these wierd keys whose duty is nothing more than telling the screen what to reflect. There is no spell check, you have to depend on your own mind and if you spell sonething incorrectly there is no red line underneath it to taunt you. Nothing really compares to writing with pen and paper. It is like shaking hands with God... Well, I can only guess. I've never really shaken hands with God before... Does God even have hands? Hmm....

In the past, death has never scared me. I didn't mind it. If death were to come and take me, that's fine, have me. I've done many things, tried many things, but death would be an experience that would be new. But now... as my first screenplay comes to an end, as I find myself in the middle of a crazy adventure of writing a novel, as a journal on my desk holds the bare skeleton of my next screenplay, I realize that I need time. I need lots and lots and lots of time. And all of that time needs to be spent alive. There are so many ideas brewing inside of my mind. So many things that I want to do, so many places that I want to see, so many people that I want to love, and so much earth and life that I sort of want to explore. If death were to come today and take me to wherever it is that death takes people, there would be so much left undone. And, honeslty, that would suck... Sure, I may finally know whether God has hands or not, but that discovery can wait. I have stories to tell. Lessons to learn. Souls to expolore. And, death, I have places to be... So, fuck off.