Ray Veen's Blog

Before Tik-Tok and Snap and Instagram and Facebook, all the cool internet people had blogs.  

This is my blog.

I still want it to exist.

I love re-reading all my posts from years ago, but more importantly, it has my ridiculously long library card number hidden here, and I would be lost if I couldn't cut-and-paste it to the absurdly-outdated library book-ordering site.

Please Google.  Take pity.  Let this blog live forever.

My blog about my children growing up got deleted and I lost many MANY cute stories and pictures from our family's history. 
This is all I have left.  I'd like to preserve it.  So... bump.

Today I sat out on my deck with a big mug of coffee, and strummed a couple quiet songs on my guitar.  It was sunny and gorgeous and warm, birds were singing, dogs were barking to be let out -- but I didn't let them out -- because they annoy me.   Instead, I enjoyed some privacy with only the songbirds for company.  We even decided to perform a song together.  Like to hear it?  Here it goes, it goes like this...  
 ODE TO SPRING(recorded with my phone - forgive the sound quality) There's no video, just a lame, Spring-time selfie.  Sorry.  If you want, you can make fun of the single gray hair that popped out when I pushed my glasses up on top of my head.

Starting next Monday, I'm totally doing it.  Unfortunately, at this particular moment in time, I have no fucking idea what I should work on.  Forgive me if I start to sound whiny or wishy-washy, but I'm writing this blog post in an effort to puzzle it all out.

You know what would be helpful?  If someone would read this whiny, wishy-washy blog post, and just tell me what to work on.  That'd be great.  Mind doing that for me?  Thanks so much.

I guess the smartest, most efficient thing I could do would be to clean up one of my two, most recent novels, and just start sending them the hell out.  Yes, I have two, fully-written, somewhat edited books that I've never tried to get published.  The problem is that I'm just not super excited about them anymore.  I wrote them.  Now I want to forget them.

The second smartest (and second most efficient) thing I could do, would be to finish my most recent novel, which is fully plotted, and half-written -- over 200 pages down, and less than 200 to go.  This story interests me more, but again, I'm not quite what you would call 'super-duper-excited' about it anymore.  And if I'm going to dive back in to the writing life, I should probably pick a project that really fascinates me.  Yes?  No?  Duh?

So then I started looking over all of my old 'ideas', and 'unfinished' folders.  And DAMN... I really have a shit-ton of cool ideas for stories.  Some of them are paragraph-long concepts, some are several pages worth of notes, some are fully plotted -- some even have a few experimental first pages written.  I would love to write every damn one of these stories someday, but one in particular...

One story idea actually got me 'excited'.

As soon as I started reading this file, I was like, "THIS!  This shit is cool.  This shit is funny.  I'm gon write the hell out of this shit!"  And two pages into the document, it inexplicably ended.

Sadly, I have no freaking idea where I was going with it.  I think I must have started it on a day where I had it all worked out in my head, and then shortly after I sat down to get it all written down, I must have been interrupted by one of my kid's calling me sick from school, or some other, random, family emergency (which there have been a lot of in the past year).  And the thing is, I try like hell to write really unique stories, with lots of surprises and twists, and in this case, I had the set up all worked out, but not the explanation.  I have a few lame guesses, but I think it's pretty much lost forever, and that just sucks every flavor of Shwetty Balls.

So how about...

A 'Lord of the Flies' story with kids from multiple decades and multiple countries all waking up on an interstellar city hurtling through space?A sleazy fake-psychic who unlocks his true powers when he cold-reads a beautiful, exotic woman that turns out to be a savage serial-killer in league with a necromantic cult?Four different-aged clones of the same man on a scientific quest to unlock a gateway into the higher dimensions, thereby 'achieving heaven' without death?A writer desperately searching for his girlfriend to save her from a succubi that would use her to awaken a goddess intent on turning the whole world into a mindless garden of sensuality?A burned out musician pursued by a clandestine group determined to use his genetic material to recreate the mythological race of elves through cross-breeding and gene-splicing?A young man kept as a pet in a transparent habitat by inscrutable alien beings?  (He's not the only exotic 'pet' in the habitat -- and there are some interesting toys)
FYI, these are just the plotted ideas.  Soooo many more, tantalizing, half-fleshed out ideas.  I almost wish I had fewer story ideas so that I could focus on one long enough to finish it and send it out.  Basically, I'd like to stay excited about one thing before I get another, more exciting idea, and lose interest in the first thing.  But I guess that's just not me.  Unfortunately, this all leaves me still stuck with the same problem, and after this whole long post, I'm not one bit closer to figuring it out.  The question remains...
What to work on?

Plowed my driveway today, hopefully for the last time this season.  I haven't mentioned my plow on this blog before, because basically, last time I blogged, I didn't own one.  And now I do.  Want to know why?  Because Winter 2014 kicked my ass so hard.

Let us enter the way-back machine, and picture, if you will...

One-hundred and thirty inches of snow.  Polar vortexes.  Blasting sub-zero winds.  White-outs so thick you couldn't see past the end of your hood.  And here in the country, the roads (and my driveway) would drift over every few hours.  It literally could not be plowed/snowblowed/shoveled fast enough.

With the van I had last year, every night, driving home from work was combat.  A daily, white-knuckle, death-defying winter gauntlet.  This one night I got bogged down in a road-covering drift, got stuck, and had to dig myself out with the shovel I carried everywhere I went.  I tried to barrel through the drift harder - got stuck again.  After I dug myself out for the second time, I backed up and tried a different route, only to get stuck in another drift, behind a 4-wheel-drive truck.  While I was digging myself out again, another 4-wheel-drive truck got stuck behind me.  And then a third truck tried to come down the road from the opposite direction, and got stuck on the far side of the drift.  (Lots of people drive trucks out here in the country - the smart ones anyway).  From approximately midnight to 2am, I became part of a small group of winter refugees, banded together to ensure our mutual survival.  We dug, we pushed, we froze in the bitter arctic wind, we dug and pushed more.  Eventually some people who lived on the road came out and tried to help, but ultimately, none of us made it out that night.  The best we could do was get our vehicles into these neighbor's driveways, and then impose on their hospitality for the night.  So yeah.  I ended up sleeping on a stranger's couch.  Guy was cool though.  Gave me dry socks and a couple beers, so I went to sleep 5% less frustrated.

So.  This summer, when circumstances forced me to unexpectedly purchase another vehicle (one of my teenagers smashed one of our cars; to protect HIS anonymity, I won't say HIS name), I bought the hell out of a big red truck with a big red plow.




Winter 2015 wasn't nearly as bad, thankfully.  There were maybe ten bad storms, and plenty of snow and polar temperatures, but it wasn't so sould-crushingly relentless as last year.  But hands down, the absolute best thing about Winter 2015 - I got to do this...



SEVEN SECONDS OF AWESOMENESS(and hopefully the last swipe of the season)

Since it's been approximately 62 years since I've blogged about my kids, thought I'd go ahead and share this here video.  Chantze isn't in it, unfortunately, because he's a big college dude now, and he was off visiting his girlfriend's college for the weekend.  Hailie IS in it, only she couldn't sing on account of some vocal-chord viral infestation.  Cindy is kind of in it - she's the one taping.

So without further ado, the thing which I currently enjoy doing most in life, me and my offspring making music:


  CLICK HERE FOR THE ACTUAL MUSIC VIDEO


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Because my reasons for blogging have changed dramatically, I plan to do a few things differently.  These here, are 'Ray's Rules for Blogging' (new and improved):


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1. The primary audience for this blog -- is future me.  As such, I plan to think of this as on online diary, one in which I wont get mad if people find and read it.

2. I won't hesitate to share boring or tedious stories about my family, because I won't worry about boring my audience, because my audience is 'future me', and that guy LOVES stories about my kids.

3. I won't apologize for long time gaps between posts because present me got annoyed with past me for doing that pretty much every 2.5 posts.  (I understand there were six-month gaps all over the place, but future me probably won't be paying real close attention to the time stamp -- present me didn't.)

4.  I'm gonna try to tone down the split-personality shtick

5. I'm gonna let myself  use appropriate, grown-up expletives because that's just how present m... er, that's just how "I" talk. (shit-fuck-damn-shit)

6.  I blog for fun.

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That is all.

The last two days, I've gone back and read every single post, from the beginning.  Every. Single. Post.  I also read Wordslinger's earlier blogs: Chilldaddy, about his writing, and Veenie Babies, about his family (this blog is apparently his 2008 attempt to combine the two), and the experience was quite... something.

It was interesting.  It was funny.  It was even poignant at times.  But mostly -- it was inspiring.  Before I say how, I should mention that it wasn't all good.  If I'm being honest, the chronicles of his almost bi-monthly attempts to quit smoking were kind of pathetic.  As was his delusional certainty that he'd be a published author within the next few years.  I really feel kind of bad for the guy, in an almost grateful 'thank-God-I'm-not-that-dude' sort of way.  You know, like when you drive by a horrific traffic accident and then feel a little guilty because you're not so much sympathetic, but more relieved, because neither you nor your loved ones were involved.  Anyhow...

You want to know what was inspiring?  Wordslinger was one passionate son of a bitch.  Dude was all about his writing, and thoroughly, almost sickeningly, infatuated with his family.  I myself spend most of my free time drinking and playing guitar and X-box, whereas Mr. Wordslinger set goals and accomplished things.  And very impressively balanced the pursuit of his dreams with the needs of his charming young family.

Don't get me wrong, I don't consider myself a worthless slob, by any means, but when I compare myself to the author of these blogs, I find myself a little lacking.  I find myself wanting to be more like him: to learn from him, and get back to doing important things for important people. I also think I'd like to maybe publish a book some day.

The first step, I think, would be blogging.  Not to attract followers, or 'network', or try to impress anybody in any way.  But purely for the writing practice.  And also for some future version of me that might come back and read these things and be grateful that someone had the wisdom and foresight to chronicle these shockingly brief years.

In closing, I would like to thank Mr. Wordslinger.  It was very enlightening following your progress and hearing your thoughts on your path to publication (despite the fact that it never happened).  More importantly, I'm extremely thankful for the stories you shared, the places that you went, the adorable things your children did and said that would have been lost to history had you not blogged about it ten years ago.

Yes, I started my first blog TEN years ago.

And I am soooo glad I did.


ALRIGHTY THEN - SEE Y'ALL REAL SOON!

I still have dreams.  Even at what is statistically the middle of my life.   And I still have every intention of working hard, and making them come true.  But I realized something today...

I don't ever need to be any happier than I am right now. 

Even if nothing in my life ever gets "better", I've already succeeded in everything that counts.

It happened while I was mowing.

I stopped in the back corner of my yard to move a branch that had fallen out of the woods that border my property.  Before I re-started my 'yard-machine', I sat for a moment.  Took a long swallow from my beer.  The wind was in the trees and the waving branches sent dapples of sunlight dancing over the freshly-mown grass.  Our lunk-head dog was capering about thirty feet away, trying to nip a butterfly out of the air.  Someone came to the slider on the deck to call him in -- from that distance I couldn't tell if it was my wife or my daughter -- either way, someone who owns my whole heart.

Then the zen came over me.

Who, ever -- in the history of everything -- could seriously ask for more than this?

The breeze and the sun on your face, the taste of a good beer, domestic tranquility.

Family.

Despite any imagined 'problem', despite any unfilled dream, I felt all the contentment in the world.  As much as any one man could bear.  It all rushed in and I was frozen.  For nearly ten full minutes, I was paralyzed.  Staring at the woods, watching the wind in the branches, staring at the grass I'd just cut, staring at the deck on the back of the house which contained every reason for being alive.

I'll leave you to guess how I responded physically, but... you know... keep in mind what a manly stud I am.  Try not to assume I did anything too wimpy because -- whatever...

Anyway.  That'a pretty much it.  Why don't you go read some other part of the internet now?

This blog is still a part of my home-tab thing in Chrome. So here you go, Ray: a handy way to get to your music videos quickly. No need to thank me, because...well... I'm you. And that makes this here link mutually beneficial.