YOLO?

     This is something that has been on my mind a lot lately. The phrase YOLO means You Only Live Once. 99% of the time, it's used to justify partying, drinking, and teenage crap. It's used as an excuse for irresponsible decisions that can only impact your life for the negative, because, hey, it feels good, and... YOLO!

     The first reason that it pisses me off is because there should be no excuse for wasting your life. Sitting back and letting life happen to you, or worse, helping it drag you down, is not what you were made for. You were made for more than drinking, partying, and sleeping around.

     The second reason that YOLO pisses me off is our soldiers.

     How dare you throw that phrase around, when our boys go into battle, painfully aware that you do indeed only live once? Do you think that they're thinking they have a second chance as bullets rip into their flesh, as the heat from an IDE sears their face, as shrapnel punctures their lungs?

     How dare you live in the freedom those men and women bought by laying down their lives only so you could waste yours? YOLO! Yes. Now make something real of it and stop insulting the men and women of the military and anyone else who has laid down their life so you might have your precious freedom.

Other Projects

Sorry I haven't posted here in a while, I've been busy with the filmmaking side of my life. Hop on over here: Reich Interviews to catch the latest on what I'm up to. Thanks for your support!

-Matt

You Haven't Given Your All

I relate a lot in life to my physical training... Whether that's my time spent under a heavy barbell or the time I spend pummeling my heavy bag or sparring partner, it seems that the physical is often an expression of what lies beneath.

Physical training--tough physical training--can teach you many valuable lessons, chief among them the importance of hard work. When you spend time throwing punches until you're breathing like an asthmatic, or pulling deadlifts off the floor until your hamstrings feel like swollen balloons, you soon begin to understand that today's work grants you tomorrow's proficiency.

It's something that's really hard to understand from the outside looking in. It's hard to understand how the simple act of lifting heavy objects builds character, but it does.

The thing I have done in training that builds the most character is called the Widowmaker. Anyone who's tried this knows exactly what I'm talking about. It's a simple concept, but an insane one. You take the weight that you can lift in the squat ten times, and proceed to lift it twenty times.

It sucks.

It's made possible by resting in between reps and taking a bunch of deep breaths: easier said than done when you have 225 pounds sitting on your shoulders.

Yet this is life.

There are times when the going gets tough. I'm not talking about studying hard for a test, or having to go to bed early for school, or getting grounded. I'm talking about the hailing-so-hard-it-knocks-you-out, wid-blowing-from-all-four-corners-of-the-earth, ground-shaking-beneath-your-feet, crap just hit the fan storms of life that only come once every great while.

Somethings hits you in the emotional balls and you go down.

It's times like those I remember the three months I spent doing Widowmakers. When you got to the bottom position of the squat, you had to will your legs to drive the bar back up. You had to grit your teeth and squeeze your stomach so the bar didn't snap you right in half like a toothpick. You felt the metal dig into your shoulders. You saw your own reflection in the pool of sweat on the floor. You heard that little voice tell you just to dump it on the catch bars.

Then you say 'NO'. You kick your hamstrings into it and practically leave the floor on your way up. One more rep out of the way. Time to rest and go again.

This is how life is. It takes you down and tells you to give up, tells you that you've given enough. Well, here I am saying that you haven't.

I don't care if you've cried blood.

You. Haven't. Given. Your. All.

Unless you are reduced to a mumbling pile on the floor that vaguely resembles a human, you have not given your all. Don't you dare say you've given it everything you've got when there are soldiers fighting for freedom in the battlefields of the world; these soldiers have been ripped to shreds by IEDs, mortar fire, 9mm bullets, knives, nerve gas.

You have not given your all.

The soldier in the veteran's home who has lost the ability to walk because he threw himself in front of a bomb to protect a child has given his all. Not you. Not me.

Am I being extreme? Am I being harsh?

No. You're just being a wuss and looking for excuses. And let me tell you. There are none. I'm not speaking from a flawless platform. Sometimes I quit early. I'm human, and humans are wusses by default.

Get up. Get back in the game. Fight.

You always have more to give.

The Easy Way Out

What is it with self-publishing?

Oh, I'm sure to get a lot of flak for this post. To heck with that.

Self-publishing is generally a bad thing in my opinion. Now, I'm not saying this from the soapbox of a bestselling author--yet--but please try to understand where I am coming from. With self-publishing, there is no 'gatekeeper'. Any crap can get published and spread to the world. Now, that's not necessarily bad in and of itself. Free speech is a good thing. A very good thing. (http://foxnewsinsider.com/2012/07/11/arizona-pastor-arrested-jailed-for-holding-bible-study-in-home-his-wife-says-it-defies-logic/) A very, very good thing.

Tangent aside, the problem with self-publishing is that it encourages a lower standard. I know a decent number of writers. 90% of them have the 'I'm not good enough' syndrome. They always talk about how hard it is to get published, how hard it is to even get a manuscript read, etc. Before self-publishing, that was it. If you didn't have the balls to put the work in, you didn't get published. End of story.

But now, those writers who are convinced you must acquire an entire flipping room full of rejection letters before you get published have an easy way out. Instead of actually putting the blood, sweat, and tears in so that they can have a book on a shelf at a bookstore(or online at Amazon...), they can write a single draft and throw it out at the world.

It's not the throwing anything out that's the problem, it's the weakness it encourages. It encourages the 'getting published is too hard' attitude. Getting published is a badge of honor. Badges of honor must be earned. Getting self-published is the same as running a blog. Anyone can do it, so there's nothing special about it.

So, if you are a writer, I encourage you to not get self-published. Go the traditional route. Yes, you will have to work your butt off. Yes, you will probably cry at some point along the way. But you're a writer! Grow a pair and fight as long as it takes to get published. Hone your craft.

You won't regret it.

Foresight

Foresight. And no, not the actual I-have-a-vision-from-the-future type of foresight. I'm talking about the ability to look at the situation you are in and see all possible ramifications of it. I have that ability. It's a wonderful thing to have, especially when you're a writer.

But it malfunctions. When I really need it. If I'm writing, I can juggle complex political systems in order to steer the plot in the exact direction I need, keep track of the names of five different squires, and remember the bloodlines of three different dragons. I can see exactly how this should interact, and the different factors that could make it turn out differently. But when I need this ability in real life?

It goes down the drain.

I think this might be because of distancing. When you're in the thick of something, it's hard to see it in a big-picture format. But when you're the almighty puppet-master of your book's world... It's a little easier to see how things branch out.

So I Owe A Post

I sort of disappeared once I started editing. A lot has happened since then... But I haven't finished editing. I'm in round two of edits, which is where I have my beta readers hone in on all my plot holes that I'm sure I've overlooked. Fortunately, initial reports have been good. This makes me happy.

I've heard that blog posts are supposed to go rather long, but I'm not one to do that. Frankly, I like to be frank. Life is short, and if you can't say what you mean quickly, you're already one step behind. As a writer, as a director, as anything, saying what you mean quickly is a good thing.

So say what you mean. Or else someone could get hurt. That is all.

I'm Done

As of today, I have finished the final draft of my novel. Now, that doesn't mean there's no editing to do, but I have the plot the way I like it and the time has come to do a quick edit before I ship it off to my beta readers. This has me excited like you wouldn't believe!

That being said, my right brain is a pile of goo right now (I wrote about 15k words in the past 3 days, 7500 of that being on one day), and so even writing this post is a challenge. I think it's time to take a few days (hopefully a full week) off to relax, and then come back to my draft with fresh eyes to edit before I send it off to my beta readers.

This is not the end of the journey. In fact, it is only the beginning.