Archive for May, 2005

Site Update

Okay. I’m doing the website maintenance thing and updating you all on changes. Several months ago the blog was showing upwards of three months worth of entries. The reason for that was because I found it difficult to keep up. Then I started updating daily and as a result of that I moved the entries back to fourteen days. Well, today I am announcing that I have moved the number of visible entries to seven days or one weeks worth on the main page.

What that means for you is that if you want to view any of the other entries (and I believe there are more than 80 now) you will need to look in the archives. The archives can be accessed from the left side of the page toward the end of the list sitting there. (Not coincidentally, there is also a Google search there and a link to my resume.) That’s it. That’s all.

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Back-Story Answers

I hope that one thing becomes apparent with this site and that is I have no problem answering questions either asked through the comments section of the website or through my e-mail (if you can’t find the e-mail link on the site you should say anything because I would be forced to ridicule you).

In the comments section on the post from May 26, 2005 I was asked to clarify some statements that were made and to outline other aspects to my writing. To answer the easier question first: yes, I keep a handwritten journal. I actually keep several handwritten journals for varying items and subjects. My writing journal is different than the personal journal and the personal journal is different from my religious journal. In short, depending on what I am writing about or feel I need to write about changes where I write things. The writing journal, jsyk, is actually more free-form and doesn’t look as much like a journal as it does various sketch-pads and freeform writing methods – however, the ideas and shorts that are put into those journals help create the longer works I want to get published and they act as a repository for information that I am not ready to work on and yet the ideas are flowing and I don’t want to take the time to deal with the ideas at present.

Several months ago I went through a children’s book/story phase and those stories are all recorded in one (of many) of those journals. The preferred repository of choice is actually Mead Composition Books (college ruled); however, Mead stopped producing the variety I like so I switched (and bought out the store I found them at) the Bungee line of Composition books – but found that Staples produces the same kind of Composition book with a paper cover instead of the glossy plastic-esque cover that the Mead Composition Books. On top of that I have started working on a different project (non-fiction) and purchased (half the cost of the college ruled Composition books) a Roaring Springs quad ruled Composition Book. This one gives me the ability to create diagrams and sketches that further illustrate the ideas I am having.

Moving right along…

The idea about sexual abuse is a misnomer. That’s not actually what I am working on. If I said that then I lied. I was speaking to a family friend and she works with women who are recovering from sexual abuse. The topic of choice, for me, is actually domestic violence.

Domestic violence is not something I am familiar with and, at the exact same time, I am closer to it than most people will ever realize. There have been girls in my life, friends, girlfriends, others, who have suffered at the hands of parents, lovers, and relatives. They’ve been beaten, they’ve been hurt both emotionally and physically, and for whatever reason felt that they could share this with me. In one case the girlfriend felt that I needed to know about her past so that I would decide whether or not I would be willing to accept her for who she is. Every aspect of our lives plays into what and who we will become and who were currently are. As stated, no one will ever know everything there is to know about you or me. I don’t share a lot of personal things on this site nor do I share those personal things with people I’ve known for years. Talk to my family or friends and quite often that’s the biggest complaint. I don’t share.

However, to answer the question, it seems important to me, to the girls I’ve come to know and in some cases love, that it is appropriate to honor what they have done with their lives, how far they’ve advanced, their pain and past, and the trust placed in me to share. I will write about domestic abuse (and it may deal with some aspects of sexual abuse as that is common) because that is a part of my life, now, that feels unfinished. It is unfinished. It will probably remain unfinished for a few years.

I had someone share with me that the people we meet in this life remain with us and that each individual is somehow responsible, in part, for how that person turns out. Whether or not I believe that is beside the point. However, what little I can do to help a cause I will and if that means doing a lot of research (you should see the bookshelf in my room on that subject) talking to people, going into parts of my personality that make me sick (because everyone has a piece of that within them) and writing to make people more aware of what is going on around them, then that is what I will do.

There are some aspects to this that I will hint at. For instance, I hope to turn another writing idea or a percentage of anything I make from writing the story into a scholarship for underpriviledged children. The project in question will donate funds toward shelters, help lines, etc. for domestic abuse. Recently, because of some changes in my life, I plan to set-up a perpetual grant (future, think future) that will assist with medical bills to those who are trying to better their lives but are going through a tough spot. There are still other planned, and in some cases felt, projects that go along with my past, my writing, and any success I recieve.

And finally…

Back-story.

Back-story, by definition, is the events that take place before the theoretical beginning of the story you are reading or working on. J.R.R. Tolkien wrote a rather intricate back-story to his works. The Hobbit was actually a form of back-story written to introduce the world to Middle Earth before he set out (to get published) the story he actually wanted to share with the world. I grew up with The Hobbit and the real hero to me, of The Lord of the Rings, is Bilbo. However, Bilbo wasn’t Tolkien’s original hero it was Frodo. Ever read The Silmarillion? Ever hear about it?

Robert Jordan (Reagan O’Neil’s nom de plume) has related, in interviews, that he has created a very large back-story for his Wheel of Time series (one of my favorite series of books). He has files on all major characters, secondary characters, and most minor characters. There is a history of the “magic” he uses and rules that govern the magic (you have to think along the lines of physics which is his educational and professional background). Each nation has a history and on top of that history is a linear series of events that led from “the breaking” until the events that are taking place.

J.K. Rowling author of the Harry Potter series of books has suggested that she also has a rather well developed back-story to her series as well. What makes J.K. Rowling and Robert Jordan interesting is that both not only know what happened before the characters begin their adventures but that they have a very clear ending to their stories. (This, jsyk, is constant food for debate on whether or not Robert Jordan can end his series (you have to have read the series to where its at to understand that statement) and whether or not J.K. Rowling can write a Greek story.)

Back-story is an element of conversation that has been a token of conversation between my friend Andy and I for several years. About four or six years ago (six, it’s six) I was in Atlanta working for STSN (now iBahn) installing networks into hotels. At that time I was working in the Marriott Marquis in downtown Atlanta and Andy was living and working in Atlanta after having transferred to the area with the military. Anyway, that’s background, Andy and I went to dinner one night and he decided it was appropriate to share with me an idea he had/has for a story. The story is one where he’d written a lot of background history and outlined linear events from the creation of his “world” until where his story begins. The problem I had/have with his story is that it is a literal translation from a Dungeons and Dragons role playing adventure that Andy played years ago and smacks of a fantasy book that is derived from that. At the time (six… uhm, yeah… years ago) I took Andy’s idea apart and related back to him (rather accurately) where he’d acquired each of his ideas. At the time two things happened: first, he verified that I was right; and second, he refused to speak to me about writing – until recently. In recent months he’s started talking to me about his backstory.

Recently, I was handed his binder of back-story and character outlines. I am supposed to read through it before he gets back from Italy in a month or so. I’ve not gotten around to it. My British friends dissertation will take a higher priority and even that is lower than several other things that are happening right now (Jordan’s project… The Continuing Adventures of…, learning about Six Sigma, staying up with the training on my new job, etc.). Chances are I will not get to Andy’s binder until later. Jordan’s project is taking slightly higher priority, I told Amelia I’d offer feedback… you probably get the idea.

However, back-story is about what took place in your story before you start your story. Take a look at Harry Potter. Before Harry turns twelve and receives the letters to go to Hogwarts he is living with his aunt and uncle. How did he get there? What do you know about how he got there? Why is that important?

In the first book we learn that his parents (Lilly and James) were killed by He Who Cannot Be Named. You know, Voldemort. This all happened before the story started. Moving forward through the story we learn that James Potter was a pretty good Quidditch player, he was a fair wizard, and that he and Lilly were a part of the resistance against Vodemort. Voldemort killed him. He also killed Lilly in his attempt to kill Harry. Lilly’s death caused Voldemort to fall into a state between life and death and to cause Harry to be immune to his attacks. Harry became famous not because of anything he did but because of something his parents did. Voldemort was no longer in power because Harry survived.

Does that mean that Harry or James or Lilly were the most powerful, most popular, most anything? No, it means that they stood for something and the outcome (the lightning strike scar on Harry’s forehead) are all a part of the story before the story.

J.K. Rowling constantly alludes to things that happened before the story started and relationships that existed before Harry ever went to Hogwarts. Hogwarts, more or less, is where the story begins (yes, yes, yes I know that Hagrid delivers the baby Harry to his aunt and uncle at the beginning of the first book) and everything that happens before Harry and crew are at Hogwarts is back-story.

Think of it another way. Imagine that you are going to fictional a part of your life. Let’s say that you are going to fictionalize your years at college. That’s great. You decide to go to college and your story starts the first day as your parents bring you to campus to drop you off to acclimate into your dorm. The question I would have is: What came before you decided to go to college? How did you decide on where you went to college? Did your parents want you to live in the dorms or spend another year at home? Does your mother worry easy and is letting you go hard on her? Is she the kind of person who will try to follow-up on your every move? What experiences in your past would answer these questions?

Now, I am an older adult college student. Meaning, I didn’t leave home at 18 and go to school, live in the dorms, and worry my mother – in that way. Instead, when I graduated from high school I worked in a plastics factory for three or four months and then went on an LDS church mission for two years. After the mission I drove semi’s, worked with computers as a repair and networking professional, and worked as a technical and copy writer off and on until I moved out here. This is all back-story to a fictionalized tale about me being in New Hampshire. Well, the story is really about my reason to move to New Hampshire, but in truth I need to do some radical rewrites and the story will be “One Year in New Hampshire”.

That story begins something like, “It is impossible to be single, thirty-one, and LDS and be taken seriously in Utah.” My past then plays a role into why I would suggest something like that in my book. What experiences would suggest this would be true? How does my past play into that?

With that story I don’t have to outline linear events. The story is based off of me and where I need to create a reason I just have to think about my life and look at the events and then adapt and experience to the story at hand.

In the case of Jordan’s project and the back-story involved in that, I have been working some of our ideas through my head for a while. When Jordan and I sat down to outline the characters and the simple plots that would be the beginning for our story we created elements that didn’t connect, linearly, to what he wanted me to write. More, as I have worked this idea through the back of my head I’ve realized that this story, though allegedly comedic, required information that needed to connect elements of the story together. Dealing with this, we created a character (at my behest) that is, at the same time, loved and hated. She deals with an element to the story very differently than most people – and cats hate her while she absolutely loved them.

Without really talking about the current project (Jordan – my brother – hasn’t been apprised, but then, he’s hard to get a hold of) there is a history that has to have a linear outline to tell me the events that lead up to the main story. There are characters that have more to them, and the history deals with that, than is known in the current story. The history is important to some of what is going on but not so much that the reader will ever know everything. I know how things are connected; I have a linear history of events that lead up to the beginning of the story. This all connects into how the characters interact, how the story moved forward, why the protagonists are in the situation they’re in (whether or not they realize the reason) and why events move forward. The past is what puts us in the now.

Okay, I’ve written enough for today. I am thinking I should’ve done this over days and not hours. Maybe this should’ve been done in installments and not all at one time. I’m sure I am leaving something out, but in truth, I now need to think about it, see what the process is inside of me, and then decide whether or not I need to add more later.

Thanks for asking. If I need to clarify more or better please let me know. I am all about sharing.

Okay, you who know me can stop laughing now.

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Back-Story

In case you’d missed it, I’ve added a couple of links off to the left and I changed the little blurb up on top. The way things are written is intentional.

Regardless, work is going all right.

Watched the season finale of ABC’s Lost last night. As a result of that venture I discovered how easy it is to locate the recipe and materials for nitroglycerin. Nitro is one of the most unstable and most explosive substances known to man. A very little can cause a very large explosion and on top of that the unstable nature makes the substance highly volatile. Moreover, dynamite is a scaled down version of nitro and because of the relationship between dynamite and nitroglycerin when temperatures get above a certain level the outcome is that the dynamite sweats nitroglycerin making the sticks even more deadly and dangerous.

I actually did something today that kind of surprises me. I’ve had several bills that have sat in a past due date for quite some time. This has caused me a little trouble and embarrassment over the past year as I’ve tried to be in a situation where I can afford to pay things like that off and not have to worry about the negative marks on my credit. Well, I called the collection agencies that own the bills and paid them all off today. This is as a result of some freelance work I have done and am doing while Debbie is out of the country.

I’ve also increased and accelerated the payments on the credit card I had several years ago. The problem that I have with this is that the first series of increased payments starts tomorrow and… well, I spent a lot of money today to make sure that my credit report was clean. Within a month most of the reports will be cleaned off and I am hoping that some things that have been on there for years will also be removed or altered so that I can move forward with other plans and goals.

Just got off of the elliptical trainer. Tell you what, that things sucks. It’s not that I don’t get a workout; rather the nature of the workout. Being outside is so nice and being inside is so… it’s not as nice. Don’t get me wrong, I like the notion of being inside, of having a place to stay and live, but going on long walks, seeing the neighborhood for miles and miles around makes the entire experience so much nicer. There are trees, and lots of them, and for some reason the notion of spending time in nature, of being able to stop and snap a picture (on my phone) of something I’ve seen makes the whole experience that much better. The whole experience is so much nicer than standing in one place and working against the machine without seeing anything different – and the whole television and movie thing doesn’t help.

On top of that I have created a rather intricate outline for back-story dealing with a story Jordan and I worked on a year or two ago. I’ve sometimes wondered why someone would put a lot of effort into back-story. Why would you spend years creating a background for characters and events that are only going to be glossed over? And yet, I am almost literally creating an intricate back-story about two of the characters and other elements to what is going on. There is so much about the story that will never really be told that and yet there is something about having it back there that makes telling the story I want to tell that much more interesting.

There’re a lot of things that are built around the past in each of our lives and yet we don’t share those things with other people. We don’t sit down and outline every nuance in our lives and every element that has led to the person we are now. Most people, regardless of how intimate they get, never share all of the details of their lives and there will always be elements to our lives that remain, forever, hidden.

With all that said. You’re still not getting more out of me.

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Pulling the ox out of the mire I pushed it in to

Some days, when I wake up, I really just don’t feel like getting out of bed. Many times I just push through the nausea and pain and other elements that make me want to stay in bed and do whatever it is that I need to do. Work would be one of those elements that help me push through the various ‘conditions’ that really have me wanting to stay in bed. However, there are days when I just don’t want to get up, don’t care much for what is going on with various people, and don’t feel the obligation that I normally feel. Today was/is one of those days.

Two days ago Holly asked if I cared whether or not we went to New York City. The truthful answer is, “yes,” but the answer she got was that I didn’t mind not going. Truth told, I didn’t mind not going as I didn’t feel the need, or obligation, to spend time around her brother and fiancé. Maybe that’s bad or wrong or evil of me, because I did want to go down that way, but I pretty much knew the moment I saw her brother that we wouldn’t be going to New York City.

As a concession, though, she wanted to go to Boston and Salem and do all of those things that people do when they go to those towns. My intention for Boston was, and is, to get to know someplace I want to live – not see all the tourist traps. Yes, I find the history very compelling and when you can go places to enrich yourself with that history then I am excited to do that; but at the same time, there are only so many times when I can go and do that in any given time frame and I am afraid that between shopping and road trips yesterday I was a little worn thin. However, I suggested that I would go with them, this morning, to Salem.

However, when the morning finally rolled around, through, over, under, I felt like I’d been hit by a Mac truck and didn’t really want to get out of bed. That extended to church (we had Stake Conference today) and to going into Salem, Boston, or anywhere else. Truth told, I was just happy that I didn’t have to go anywhere or entertain anyone for the day. I am tired. I don’t exactly feel well and there are reasons for all of that (that extends beyond entertaining the nanny for a couple of weeks and repeated trips into Boston) and truth told I didn’t feel thrilled to get up and do anything along those lines. The outcome was that I stayed in bed, slept, and got up when Andy got home from church… eventually.

The next thing (and I am now done with it) was to pull an ox I pushed into a mire out again. You see, one of my responsibilities around these here parts is to put together an e-mail newsletter for the Lincoln-Woodstock Chamber of Commerce for Debbie while she is playing in England and Italy. The problem isn’t putting it together, most of the material is e-mailed to me and I paste it (clean out the spelling and grammar) and then send it out for the approval (oh how I need approval) from those who employ Debbie to do this. She, in turn, is employing me to make sure this doesn’t fall by the wayside and I have spent more time, this past week, working on it than I would normally have liked. Of course, coupled with the new job and playing with Holly and maybe it’s just me but I may have over extended myself since I don’t really have clear recollection of what has been going on over the past couple of weeks.

Anyway, the newsletter is done and I am thinking about going to bed. This would be the earliest I’d have done that in the past couple of weeks. What with seeing Sarah McLachlan last night (in concert in Manchester) and Boston the night before my life has been a little full. Can’t imagine what will happen when I toss school back into the mix in the very near future… life is just interesting. Ain’t it?

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I Was Going to Go to New York City

Okay. It’s been a while since I’ve updated and that is not for lack of attempt. Until a couple of hours ago my intent was to get up early in the morning nad drive down to New York City with Holly (the nanny), her brother and her fiancé. Things were just really difficult and truth told I did go to Boston today to pick the fiancé up from the airport so that it would be a surprise to her when she got home. That is not something I need to do again anytime soon (and with that said I am working a half day on Wednesday so I can take Andy and the girls to Logan airport… Logan is in Boston).

As a result of the intent to go to Boston I have called and spoken with several people from my Texas past. There is Margaret and Hyrum… Hyrum was the young men’s leader when I was between the ages of 16 and 19 and has been a really big influence in my life. He was an enormous influence in my life and I got the opportunity to express that to him this evening. A couple of months ago I didn’t think I would ever have that opportunity again. No one, I think, was expecting him to live very long and apparently he’s been diagnosed with cancer. Hyrum is truly one of the greatest men I have ever met.

After speaking with Hyrum and Margaret I called couple in Waco, TX (close to where I grew up) because they have a daughter that is my age and happens to live in New York City. I don’t like going places where I have old friends and not see them so I was calling them to get her number to let Joanna know I was coming into town and, in the process, ended up talking to her mother for a while and catching up on families. These are people that I knew from way back, they are people that I like, had an influence in my life, and truth told Joanna is the first girl I ever went on a date with. What I discovered was that her mother works with sexual abuse victims, which is similar to another topic that I have been researching for a writing project, and I asked if she would be willing to be a resource for me when I get back into the mode of writing that story.

When I was done with that phone call Holly called me (I was somewhere across sixth range road) to ask if I was set on going to New York City tomorrow (for those who can’t read people very well or don’t really get it, that’s a clue that her pose is having second thoughts about going) so the outcome of that conversation was that I will be going to New York City sometime in the next couple of months but chances are they will not be going with me. Instead that group is going to Boston tomorrow and I am going to catch up on things that need doing on this end of the world.

With the cancellation of the New York trip that means I get to go see Sarah McLaughlin in concert in Manchester tomorrow evening, which, in itself, is pretty danged exciting. I haven’t been to a concert in years and I like Sarah’s music. She has an intriguing voice and her lyrics are just… well… listen to her and you tell me.

We (Holly and co.) may be going to Salem, MA on Sunday, but in truth I am not planning on that either. It is something I would like to do and committed Holly to do but the commitment is different than the outcome. We were committed to going to New York until her family and her fiancé decided he needed to come surprise her.

I did go to Salem and took a twighlight/dark night tour this past Wednesday. In fact, as I write this, I am looking at the “Spellbound Tours” sticker that I had to wear on my shirt as we were doing that. The lady providing the tour talked about ghost hunting, witches, more ghost hunting, vampires, how to capture ghosts on film, the sheriff at the time of the witch hysteria, and her experience searching for ghosts. Holly said she was scared, I just thought it was funny and hokey. That is not to say that I don’t believe there are spirits (it’s a part of the religion) but rather that I don’t believe in the hocus pocus that this lady was sharing. Most of the power a spirit (the adversary) has is what we allow him to have. Nothing more.

Work is going well. In case you missed it I am working for Fidelity and liking it. Fidelity is proving to be a good experience and I took the first set of PRM’s. These are phone calls that we have to sit through in order to be qualified to take live phone calls. Most everyone did all right, I was told I did exceptionally well and that there was pretty much nothing that she could offer me as feedback. From what I understand most of the participants went through fifteen to thirty minutes of feedback from their coaches. I pretty much had to underplay how I did for the rest of the day. When I did tell someone he didn’t, or wouldn’t, believe me… so… it’s all good, I guess.

In the process of work I seem to have the knack for really annoying people and have apparently annoyed a female coworker. That is, I was aware that she wasn’t speaking to me until after the PRM’s where she decided to break her vow of silence, or of silently punishing me or something, and talk to me. That was interesting.

Along with that I am now in the market for an ornate hand mirror. What this really means is that I will probably be going into antique shops for the next coupe of weeks (or tomorrow) until I find one, purchase it, and then use it. I plan to have it on my desk (and in my desk) at work and eventually use it for the “Alicia Grey” idea I’ve had.

Needful to say, I still don’t know what it’s like to be a fifteen year old girl but I am getting closer. As a result of other circumstances I have been able to discuss with different chicas their impressions of themselves and what was going on inside at about that age. There is one more I would like to talk to, as I plot out where I am going, but I don’t know that I will get the opportunity to do that before all is said or done. There is a young sister in the branch who I think is about fifteen I would also like to talk to seeing how she sees herself right now, but at the same time I haven’t figured out how to cross that bridge. How to bridge that gap. How to say what needs to be said.

Outside of the fifteen year old girl and the “what the hell do I know?” is another project that Jordan and I started and some interesting ideas for backstory, plot development, and other elements to it that will help me further that project along. There are relationships that Jordan and I talked about that we really never understood. People doing different things, the antagonism, specially designated attributes, etc. that become true for the various characters and, interestingly, listening to financial training has helped bring some of this to the front. The really interesting thing is that I was doing a sorta reverse interview with one of the directors the other day and started taking notes and ended up outlining and writing several paragraphs of information on the story – as well new names for a couple of ships and why one of them does what it does…. In short, the story has changed and, I believe, remained loyal to what Jordan and I outlined and created a year or two ago. It’s kind of neat to see.

Outside of the story ideas I am working on I am also working on a business piece I keep promising to outline here. What that does is put the idea in the public domain for feedback (like the hordes of people that read this site will ever offer the right kind of feedback) and it allows me to publicly, and further, protect the idea against potential theft. Go figure, put my ideas out in the public domain to better protect them. It’s insane I am sure.

With all of that said, I am still planning on moving to Utah come September and asked if that was a possibility with my manager. He told me as long as I distinguished myself here that he would personally make phone calls in my behalf. I said, “I will be your top performer.” Now, let’s live up to it.

That’s about it for now. I need to write an entry on the “Ipod Revolution” and “The Worst Cleanest Bathroom” I’ve ever been in but beyond that you should see the odd colors I came home with the other night for dress shirts.

Until later. Later.

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Can A New Pen Be Symbolic?

Two days ago one of my bestest friends in the whole wide world disappeared on me. The friend I am speaking about was my Cross pen. It is black, had gold tips, and I’ve owned it for about five or six years. Not that I haven’t had other pens, I’ve just consistently had this one for a very long time and losing it has proven to be a little sad for me.

With that said I don’t really have any extra cash but, at the exact same time, have some extra cash and decided to replace that pen in lieu of making enough money to replace the pen with something far nice. What I discovered, when I walked into Staples (the closest place around here that carries these things) was that they claim their store no longer carries the single variety black lacquered, gold tipped, cross pen. There are newer styles, thicker bodies, and capped pens, but not the black pen that I had come to love and use since my truck driving days. The outcome was that I either had to choose another color (not gonna happen) or choose another style with the color that I like and want. I chose another style. (Who didn’t see that coming?)

It may seem very weird, to someone else, that I would worry so much about a pen or changing the type and style of pen that I have been using. I can understand that. However, change isn’t always easy. Sometimes changes that are big are far easier to deal with than changes that are small or seemingly miniscule. In the case of the pen, it seems small and miniscule but at the same time that pen has been a very large part of my life for a long time. I don’t live for the pen but I like to think that I’d found something that, in some small way, represented a part of me to the rest of the world. And yeah, that’s kind of weird. There’s something that I think represents me to everyone else.

I’ve carried that pen for a long time in my front left pocket. This new job didn’t change where the pen was placed. Front left pocket with keys, change, and lip-balm. Same as always and always the same. It’s what I do and honestly there is something to be said for even the smallest notion of stability in someone’s life where stability hasn’t always been the biggest factor. My life has been through so much turmoil in the past several years that I am surprised when something, like a pen, brings peace of mind and heart simply because I can depend on it always being there.

Maybe I was blessed to not lose that pen for so long. The turmoil didn’t start with this move. My poverty and struggling didn’t start with this move. Both have been going on for a long time and instead of having to pony up the cash a half a dozen times since this all began I’ve been blessed to have something that I like around me for so long.

However, a couple of weeks ago I started envisioning another pen in my hand and that seemed kind of weird to me. Maybe I felt like I was cheating. That’s probably not the case, but the outcome really had more to do with the elements associated with the feelings I was going through in whether or not I would get a new job or if I would just have to deal with the old one; the decision to move; and other factors that I haven’t really discussed.

With the envisioning of the pen I actually bought something that looks a lot like I was seeing in my mind with the proviso that I can return it if my favored pen were to, somehow (and mysteriously) return to me. I don’t know that I am going to do that. The pen is different, granted; but maybe this is a symbol of something new. New changes and new directions and a new course. New is good, right?

With all of that said… let’s see how the next set of changes happen and how well I deal with them. I’m not really in the, “Bring it on,” mode, but can’t hold back progress and if I have to wait I am willing to be patient.

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Quick Update

I’m hoping this will be short… but, I am now past day three at Fidelity. This has begun to be a very interesting place to work. They encourage you to be an individual within SEC regulations and at the same time are preparing people to answer phone calls about 401(k)’s. It’s interesting. I get the highest grades in the training class.

On top of that I am going to Boston on Saturday and a week later I’m going to New York City with Holly and her brother. I was supposed to go to the Sarah McLaughlin concert but because of other concerns and feelings am pulling out of that to spend two days in New York City. I love New York City. So, not going to a concert (which I’m not too fond of) isn’t really hurting my feelings.

Hope to have some interesting updates after Boston and more after the four hour (one way) drive to New York City plus weekend. More later on.

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I’m Moving in September

Today, for those who are not keeping tack, is Monday May 9, 2005. This means that I am announcing something that may be earth shattering, but in truth is just the next step in my personal evolution and adaptation. Specifically, I am announcing my plans for the next few months.

To begin with, I have started a new job at Fidelity. Today was my first day. My contract with them is for four months and ends in early September. They are indicating that their goal is to either move all of the people I am being trained with into a full-time status in other groups or to find out that we are not a good fit and call it no harm no foul, let’s separate and find a better fit. With that said, I am excited to be learning new things at Fidelity and I am glad that my commitment, at present, end in September.

Now for what’s been going on.

Recently I have come to the conclusion that something has needed to change in my life. This change needed to be along the lines of a relocation and following through on the next steps toward pursuing my education. The education has to be my number one priority, in the long run, though it is taking a back seat, right now, to other priorities. Regardless of where my priorities are, I am serious about getting the degree and I feel that working for Fidelity, right now, will help me to accomplish that goal.

Living in New Hampshire and on the east coast has required some sacrifices on my part. Some of those sacrifices have been financial. Other’s have dealt with dating and relationships. And others I will probably never go into. Needful to say, in more ways than can be expressed, there have been a lot of sacrifices in my life that have caused me to sit back and review some of the decisions I made.

When I moved to the east coast one of my stated objectives was to pursue a degree. This was not a priority. My intention wasn’t to go to school it was to get a job and then, after I’d established residency, maybe start going to school at BU or BC or Harvard or one of Massachusetts state schools. However, once I got out here and started looking for a job things started to change. Even though I was reticent about going to school and worked against the idea (there was a significant up front cost) I ended up writing one of the largest checks I’ve ever written without batting an eye to start going to school and I have attended full time since last September. What this has done is make me a solid sophomore and, I believe, by January I will be nearly, if not a solid, Junior. Most of my generals are out of the way and I have decided that I want to focus on an undergraduate in English Language and Literature.

This is all old information. Just because school wasn’t the priority (though it was a stated objective) when I moved out here, doesn’t mean that it isn’t a priority now. It is. It is one of the biggest priorities in my life.

With all of that said I have looked at the costs associated with attending college on the east coast. The average cost of school out here is about $18,000 a year or $9,000 a semester for tuition. You have to add housing and food on top of that. Transportation and other costs and then the cost of going to school gets much, much bigger. In short, going to school on the east coast is expensive.

My first choice school, out here, is Boston University. I am pretty confident, based off of test scores and conversations with the registrars office, that I will be accepted into BU were I to choose to continue following that course. I hold a very high GPA and scored exceptionally well on the SAT II:Writing test back in January. When that school received my scores they started contacting me. So, with that said, I feel that it is safe to say that my admission into BU is pretty certain. However, BU‘s yearly tuition is about $36,000 and they are ranked in the top forty schools in the U.S. That’s great, but the expense is more than I want to accrue at this time in my life.

What I realized, recently, was that I have goals that really need my attention and need me to be able to afford following through on them. These goals include getting the bachelors degree from a good university and then moving on to other degrees in other areas. I do not feel as though I can accomplish this in the mode I am currently in. I do not feel that I can put, between offered scholarships, loans, and grants, the money together to live in Boston and to attend BU. Because of some recent information and feelings about direction and decisions in life (past and future) I feel that my best interests are not served by attending that university.

At the same time they are not really served by attending Southern New Hampshire University either. To go there I would need to maintain a full-time job and go to school in the evening. Tuition is a burden and though I qualify, and have been awarded, grants, scholarships, and tuition assistance as well as loans, the personal cost associated with going to school exceeds the physical cost associated with maintaining even the semblance of quality of life. Therefore, SNHU is not really an option either.

In a conversation with my mother I began to hypothetically deal with the idea and question about what would happen if I went to BYU. As a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints I am entitled to a discount for attending that school. Moreover, I have attempted, for the better part of my adult life, to get admitted into that school and the last time I tried the only thing that was stopping me from attending, according to the registrars office, was the number of college credits I had under my belt. If I’d had more than twenty they would admit me no problem. Less than twenty, and that’s where I was, and we had a problem.

The decision to go to BYU, or to attempt to go to BYU has not been an easy one. As I’ve said before there are people that I feel this affects and I’ve spoken to them. Andy and Debbie were on that list. James, my brother, was on that list. I spoke to Jack (older brother) because I felt that Jack best offered me advice that was both pertinent to my situation and outside of the realm of my experience that allowed me to discuss this with someone who could actually listen and offer advice. I’ve talked to my mother about this. That’s about it.

Deciding to go against other stated objectives, in other words to move back to Utah, has not been an easy choice. When I moved out here I didn’t make this trip flippantly or with the intention of ever going back. In fact, I made the trip with the intention of never living in Utah again. However, my personal objectives for the east coast have been mostly a resounding failure. I have not dated. I have not gotten (until recently) a job that would support me out here. I do not have any good friends out here. My life has gone from being very active and spending a lot of time dating and with friends to doing nearly nothing. This has been very difficult for me. I had thought, at one point, that getting to Boston would resolve that but along with that I am also 31 and no longer supposed to attend Young Single Adult activities and wards. Since that is the direction of the brethren I choose to allow that to be the direction in my life and so Single Adult activities and family wards it is for me.

However, as I have prayed about this, meditated on it, thought about it, weighed the costs, and finally determined the best course of action for me at this time I feel that it is time to pack up my belongings and, in September, head back to Utah with the intention of attending BYU-Provo in January. Within two years I should be able to complete my undergraduate work and move on to other studies and directions in my life.

I have asked my brother Jordan to fly out here in September and drive back with me. We are planning on going to Toronto, seeing Niagara Falls, seeing Mt. Rushmore, and other sites on the way back. When the time draws closer I will look for opportunities for work (possibly with Fidelity), I will look for a place to live, and I will look into serving in the church and playing with family and friends. Until then my goal and objective is to take care of the few thousands of dollars in remaining debt that has stopped me from really being able to focus most of my talents and energies on finishing my degree structures.

My moving is not giving up. Instead I am adapting to new information and new opportunities that did not exist a year ago when I moved out here. I feel that my time in New England has been well spent and the educational opportunities (outside of school) have been such that I am far better off now than I was before I came here. I am a more focused person in my life, in what I want, and in how I interact with people. Some of you, recently, have found that I am more direct when it comes to how I am feeling. This does not mean that I love you and less or have any fewer desires for or around you. I am merely interested in doing what I can when I can as fast as I can.

So, to recap, my current plan is to move to Utah in early September and to start my life over again there by attending BYU, finishing the undergraduate work, and then deciding what is next. If during that time I am blessed with a companion then I will be that much better off. Fine’.

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