Remember that line? It's what Bela Lugosi's Dracula (photo) says to an unassuming, and unsuspecting, Renfield in the 1931 film “Dracula.” It’s one of my favorite films; I own it, lost track of how many times I’ve watched it. It’s a classic film, with a classic line - and it’s hard to believe it only got a 7.6 out of 10 on the IMDB Web site! Now THAT’S horrifying.
But … I digress ….
I didn’t come here to talk about vampires or old films, but with Halloween less than three months away, and me being a Halloweenaholic, those topics will be fair game. You’ve been forewarned.
Let me try this again. I bid you … welcome … to my blog, Dark Nocturne.
I’ve tried to fight it, but I can’t change that part of me, as I’ve been this way since I was a kid. Mom would send me to bed early, but I never fell asleep before 10:30. As an adult, if I tried to go to bed before 11:00 – even if I was dog tired – my body fought it. So I’ve embraced it and use it to my advantage when I can. Some of my best workouts at the gym took place after 11:00 PM (unfortunately, I can’t sleep for hours afterward, see previous paragraph about sleepy day at work), I’ve done my best studying and homework, and some of my best writing late at night.
One great thing about being a night owl is how quiet the city becomes after the sun sets. During the day, everyone’s in a hurry, hurry, hurry, rush, rush, rush. At night, everything slows down. I may hear an occasional person or two walk past my building, but it’s mostly cars driving by, planes flying overhead, a city bus stopping to drop off or pick up a passenger, or an ambulance or fire truck’s siren. The day’s busyness is replaced with a peacefulness that’s a little eerie, yet a little romantic too. The dark of night, or dark nocturne, seemed a fitting name.
Now that your burning question about the blog name’s been answered, I suppose you’re wondering who I am to think I can churn out a blog? Well, lemme tell ya. I’ve done a fair amount of writing, including for a local music magazine, for news Web sites and in public relations agencies. I haven’t won a Pulitzer, but I DO know the difference between there, their and they’re, your and you’re, it’s and its – and I’m not afraid to use any of those in a sentence. Please be assured any ghastly grammar mistakes will be deliberate; I love the written word and I’m pretty anal retentive about it. You could even go so far as to call me a grammar nazi (not capitalized intentionally), but if I did use such a politically incorrect term, I expect someone will come after me with a verbal pitchfork, or an irrelevant emoticon, to express their disgust.
Back to writing … which I’ve done little of in the last year and a half, even coming up with 140 characters for a Tweet was daunting. It’s not that nothing happened (damn those double negatives), quite the opposite, a lot happened, some good, most of it bad, and some really, really ugly. I tried to put those events into words and tell life as it happened, but as soon as I started to write, I froze. None of my words came out right. Some things felt too raw, others too personal and others I just didn't think anyone would bother to read. I rarely censored my writing before, but my confidence took a beating during this stretch; I was never quite down for the count, but I was very slow to get back up again.
So why is now the right time to write again? I really don't know. The idea planted itself in my brain, took root, ideas started to form and well, here I am.
I don’t have a specific direction for Dark Nocturne. I look at writing and social media as a giant sandbox and this blog is simply my little corner of that sandbox. Most of what I post will be my own words and opinions, but there will be days when it’ll be a meme or a quote. Genius does need to take a day off now and again. (Feel free to insert an eyeroll or facepalm here.)
Thanks for stopping by. With all that’s out there in social mediaville, I appreciate you giving my stuff your time and attention. I hope to keep you entertained, or at least, vaguely amused.
So I’ll say it one more time: I bid you … welcome.