In The Demon's Head #225: My Holy Shit Moment
June 17, 2015
Hello everyone and welcome to another edition of "In The Demon's Head" This is one of those post that has been sitting in my head for quite some time. I've sat on this for at least a few weeks but wasn't sure exactly how to bring it out on the blog platform. I guess in reality I need to really start back in the beginning so that you understand where this holy shit moment really came from.
June 17, 2015
Hello everyone and welcome to another edition of "In The Demon's Head" This is one of those post that has been sitting in my head for quite some time. I've sat on this for at least a few weeks but wasn't sure exactly how to bring it out on the blog platform. I guess in reality I need to really start back in the beginning so that you understand where this holy shit moment really came from.
Four years ago I finished Broadcasting School and took a job in a small town about 3 hours south of where I currently live. I went after a job in broadcasting because I wanted to start a career with one of the few gifts that I have, a gift for talking. That and I thought that I'd be able to work my way into a job with World Wrestling Entertainment.
What I didn't expect was the shit storm that would follow me when I moved.
What I mean is that the job was complete shit. It paid okay, but I hated every second I was there. In the six months I lived there it really soured me on how things were done in that industry. My then girlfriend, now wife, was miserable, and we hated everything about the place that we lived. We fought all the time, we were at each other's throats and a few times, we were sure that things were going to end.
My roommate had just had a falling out with his girlfriend, and he was miserable. Overall, the mood in that small apartment was complete hell. He put in his two weeks' notice and when they wouldn't offer me the job that I thought I deserved a shot at, I put in mine. We moved back to our hometown and that Christmas I gave her a small collection of short stories that I'd written. It wasn't polished, it wasn't very well written (compared to stuff of later days) and it wasn't really meant to see the light of day. However, she read it and told me that she loved it and that I should try to pursue a career in writing.
At the time, I didn't know if I really thought that I could do it. I spent the next year working on a poetry, and short story collections that I ended up releasing independently entitled "More Than Memories" I released this book in October of 2012. I didn't expect the book to really sell well due to it's type of content, that was something I was okay with.
It was shortly before this launch, in February of 2012 that I launched this blog. When I wrote the first post I think that it was horribly apparent that I didn't have a fucking clue what I was doing. In fact in the last three years I think I've changed the direction of the blog a few times at least.
With that said, I'd like to also say that if anyone who has read those post thought that maybe there were a bit watered down it's because they were. When I first sat down to write this blog my mindset was that I wanted to write with an edge, but I didn't want to piss people off because I didn't think that was really the way to go about things. I kept myself, a traditional asshole and overly opinionated person locked down, because offending people in this realm was, I thought detrimental to my career.
The last six months, I've had a lot of moments in my life, an epiphany, and something that I'm calling a Holy Shit Moment. The fact is that having both of these so close together is kind of a surprise to me. I'd like to talk about that Epiphany first if you don't mind.
I took a job back at McDonalds. Quick recap, I had a job there from 2007-2011 as I going to school. 2011-2013 was a couple of floater years to say the least. Either way, I took the job back there in the fall of 2013 and had been working there and coasting along on my writing not really trying to get a lot done but telling myself that I was writing and doing what I was supposed to do. Then one day early this year I said to myself "If I'm still here this time next year will a damn thing have changed?" It was a question that I didn't have an answer to at first but realized that in reality it was the best moment I'd had in quite some time.
I came home that night and I sat down and I started writing, and I mean hard. I actually managed to finish my first novel in about a month. It was one I had technically started back in NaNoWriMo in November. Since then I've spent the last six months working on a second and third novel and beginning the first season of an episodic Novella series. In short, I've written quite a fucking bit while holding down a full time job.
Then there comes the Holy Shit Moment. However, since I'm nearing a 1000 words for this blog post I'd like to split this up and share that moment with you on Friday as I post the second part of this walk down what the hell lane. In the meantime, please feel free to sign up for my blog, share your thoughts and suggestions in the comments section and follow me on social media platforms the world over. Jesus will thank you.... okay that's a bold face fucking lie but I'll thank you. I have cookies.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.
What I didn't expect was the shit storm that would follow me when I moved.
What I mean is that the job was complete shit. It paid okay, but I hated every second I was there. In the six months I lived there it really soured me on how things were done in that industry. My then girlfriend, now wife, was miserable, and we hated everything about the place that we lived. We fought all the time, we were at each other's throats and a few times, we were sure that things were going to end.
My roommate had just had a falling out with his girlfriend, and he was miserable. Overall, the mood in that small apartment was complete hell. He put in his two weeks' notice and when they wouldn't offer me the job that I thought I deserved a shot at, I put in mine. We moved back to our hometown and that Christmas I gave her a small collection of short stories that I'd written. It wasn't polished, it wasn't very well written (compared to stuff of later days) and it wasn't really meant to see the light of day. However, she read it and told me that she loved it and that I should try to pursue a career in writing.
At the time, I didn't know if I really thought that I could do it. I spent the next year working on a poetry, and short story collections that I ended up releasing independently entitled "More Than Memories" I released this book in October of 2012. I didn't expect the book to really sell well due to it's type of content, that was something I was okay with.
It was shortly before this launch, in February of 2012 that I launched this blog. When I wrote the first post I think that it was horribly apparent that I didn't have a fucking clue what I was doing. In fact in the last three years I think I've changed the direction of the blog a few times at least.
With that said, I'd like to also say that if anyone who has read those post thought that maybe there were a bit watered down it's because they were. When I first sat down to write this blog my mindset was that I wanted to write with an edge, but I didn't want to piss people off because I didn't think that was really the way to go about things. I kept myself, a traditional asshole and overly opinionated person locked down, because offending people in this realm was, I thought detrimental to my career.
The last six months, I've had a lot of moments in my life, an epiphany, and something that I'm calling a Holy Shit Moment. The fact is that having both of these so close together is kind of a surprise to me. I'd like to talk about that Epiphany first if you don't mind.
I took a job back at McDonalds. Quick recap, I had a job there from 2007-2011 as I going to school. 2011-2013 was a couple of floater years to say the least. Either way, I took the job back there in the fall of 2013 and had been working there and coasting along on my writing not really trying to get a lot done but telling myself that I was writing and doing what I was supposed to do. Then one day early this year I said to myself "If I'm still here this time next year will a damn thing have changed?" It was a question that I didn't have an answer to at first but realized that in reality it was the best moment I'd had in quite some time.
I came home that night and I sat down and I started writing, and I mean hard. I actually managed to finish my first novel in about a month. It was one I had technically started back in NaNoWriMo in November. Since then I've spent the last six months working on a second and third novel and beginning the first season of an episodic Novella series. In short, I've written quite a fucking bit while holding down a full time job.
Then there comes the Holy Shit Moment. However, since I'm nearing a 1000 words for this blog post I'd like to split this up and share that moment with you on Friday as I post the second part of this walk down what the hell lane. In the meantime, please feel free to sign up for my blog, share your thoughts and suggestions in the comments section and follow me on social media platforms the world over. Jesus will thank you.... okay that's a bold face fucking lie but I'll thank you. I have cookies.
Until the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell and into the demon's head, I'm Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.