The Wave at Cape Marina

I've always liked to write, just not in a journalistic sort of way.  I've always wanted to be Christiane Amanpour, reporting about relevant issues in smoke laden - ravished places - missiles exploding behind me...   or with a mass of people screaming Solidarnosc! as they throw molotov cocktails at policja weilding shields and batons but the passion and know-how to do that requires further education of which I cannot nor really want to pursue, so I've decided to write about what I know.

The first time I landed at Cape Marina and saw that huge wave, I thought, calm down Nickey - you're a Buddhist, lol.  Then, as I tried to ride it, realized, that in the beginning, at least, it was making me it's bitch. Now, I have to clarify that screaming like a girl is not something I normally do, but when all that horror was over with, I took some time to harness my chi, focus... linked with my persistent nature and went back again and again.  It was brutal, but in the end... though I could not tame that pony, I could - at least - finally ride it.

Blogging SL the Draft

For awhile there, I had been struggling with what to write about. Do I add certain experiences on SL or specifically write about surfing in SL?  Then with that was the ever over-powering RL which, for me, has been a constant vortex sucking me out of the escape I found from the typical stresses in my life - work, relationships, finances and mostly being a parent.  Something would happen and I found myself having to log off to tend to those matters. I really never felt fully satisfied. It was like being hungry and given gum to chew to get you by - never bearing weight and seeming all fluff.