Washed Away Memory

So i stand here today, relieved. That's probably not the typical response when somebody's creative material (for me, that would of course be literature) is lost into oblivion. A couple days ago, the laptop i frequently use for writing, was dropped and the hard drive was jarred from its position. Aside from having Geek Squad pull a memory recovery, any attempt to fix it would be futile. And i just don't have the money for that right now.

Fortunately, everything i've ever written that is of any value whatsoever, has a backup copy somewhere. That would not include the latest story i was working on. That story (i can't even remember my tentative title for it!) is gone. And that is the greatest of blessings, because it was absolutely terrible. I was going to spend hours editing and re-writing and editing, only to determine that i need to scrap it and start over with the initial concept. But fate has done that for me.

How fortunate am i!?

That being said, that does delay the release of any material i may have. But i will get you something to read soon, be it old or new.


-Josh Roggie

The Reality of Dreaming

We all dream to do great things, to be great people, to absolve great issues. But the problem with greatness is that it requires all one has to achieve. And if one is unwilling to offer up every bit of effort they have to offer, then they will be sorely disappointed when they wake up.

Wanting to be a writer can only last so long. At some point, there's a cutoff where you either are or you aren't; desires have absolutely nothing to do with it. And i feel like i'm at that point. Being that i haven't written more than one measly (if not beloved) short story in the past year, it would seem that i am little more than someone who wants to be a writer, but never really will. And that's just not quite acceptable to me.

Therefore, i have decided the only logical thing to do is get down and dirty and actually write. Of course, i could just wake up and let my dream fade as my consciousness comes to. But i'd like to believe the world would miss out on something of value if i did that. Either way, i know my life would feel a notable absence of some variety.

So give me time and i will give you life. Or at least lively art.

The Beginning

It seemed to me that that would be the best place to start, at the beginning. But it's foolish to think that this is really the beginning of anything, considering how the past affects the present (and in turn, the future) so poignantly.

That being said, i introduce myself as a one Josh Roggie. I've decided to start an official blog, not a networking site, to present my writings to the world. Because that's what i do; write. I work almost exclusively in the realm of fiction, though i do jot down the occasional poem, also. And i'll definitely add entries that are not at all fiction or poetry, but instead delve into the realm of musings. Hopefully you'll like what you read. Maybe it'll even make you think about your purpose in life. Or inspire you to achieve great things. If i could accomplish any of these, i'd call it a win.

So sit back, relax, and prepare for the unexpected.


-Josh Roggie