[Day 12][Photography | Story]: Sweat, Wristbands, and Breakfast with A Girl

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I stood in the parking lot of the Chicken Pot Pie shop dressed in day old sweat, and a tank top drenched in Febreeze and cigarette smoke. My hair was styled by my friend's couch and his cat's late night cuddle party. Wristbands cling to my wrists like neon bracelets as bright as the sun's … Continue reading [Day 12][Photography | Story]: Sweat, Wristbands, and Breakfast with A Girl

Day 11 : First Chapter completed

Today was a marathon and a triage scenario combined. It took most of the day to finish the first chapter. Not the worst writing I've done but also not the most eloquent. It's lean and functional. It was also magical. I met a fellow writer. I smoked cigarettes, paced, and wrote line after line all … Continue reading Day 11 : First Chapter completed

Day 10(Reflection) We Do What We Want We Don’t Do What We Should

Tonight I'm doing this instead of everything else šŸ˜ These are the promises I kept to myself: Do Jonah's Morning Exercises (100 push ups, 100 crunches, 100 body squats) Program for at least an hour a night. Apply for at least One Job. Total Kept: 11 The Promises I will keep tomorrow are: Do Jonah's … Continue reading Day 10(Reflection) We Do What We Want We Don’t Do What We Should

[Day 9][Weird Fitness]: Training Like My Protagonist

This morning was a dream come true. I actually woke up before my alarm went off at 5 AM. Granted I didn't spring in to action but lying in my warm and comfortable bed and reading was pretty awesome. Especially after the whirlwind that was yesterday, but at least it was a fun whirlwind. Which … Continue reading [Day 9][Weird Fitness]: Training Like My Protagonist

[Day 8][Reflection]: So Dumb That It Makes Me Smile

Tonight was nuts so I didn't get to finish my fitness post. So Today's check in will be a simple acknowledgement that sometimes life happens and shit just doesn't get done šŸ™‚ Let's begin. These are the promises I kept to myself: Exercise at homeĀ  Write a Fitness PostĀ  Program for at least an hour … Continue reading [Day 8][Reflection]: So Dumb That It Makes Me Smile

[Day 7][Reflection]: Simplify Simplify

There is something magical about beginnings and the first day of things. The optimism of what you will accomplish, untarnished by the wear and tear of doing the work necessary day after day. I had high expectations of myself but, when you haven't been writing consistently for a long time it's kind of tiring to … Continue reading [Day 7][Reflection]: Simplify Simplify

[Day 6][Photography]: “Fire Breather”

  I took this at an event called Alleywave in Fresno, CA. The fire breather was accompanied by a fire dancer and were putting on a really good show--so I moved in. Giving them a respectable and safe amount of space I did my best to capture all the leaps and spins. Not the easiest … Continue reading [Day 6][Photography]: “Fire Breather”

[Day 5][Step-by-Step]: What do you Do About a Change That You Desire but Can’t Commit to?

I've figured it out! I don't know about god, but the brain certainly works in mysterious ways when it comes to revelations. I had mine at 4 AM after aĀ night of photography, drinks, dancing, and birthday celebrations. Last night I volunteered to take pictures at my friend's Birthday party. It wasĀ  quite the affair and … Continue reading [Day 5][Step-by-Step]: What do you Do About a Change That You Desire but Can’t Commit to?

[Day 4][ART]: “The Bridge We Share”

Today's entry is the cover art for an open letter to my first-love, becauseĀ The misery of the first two days finally paid off. Both My creativity and productivity went up significantly after I made an adjustment to my routine. If you've been following along you might have noticed it. If you haven't, don't fret, I'll … Continue reading [Day 4][ART]: “The Bridge We Share”

[Day 3][First Poem]: “A Wealth Of Time”

A clock is no one neither slave nor master it is a number line that is ever marching Towards the passage of time Time, the only wealth we have to love, to cherish, to waste, to long for It's valueĀ  bows neither gold nor spirit Not to the outrage of mice,Ā Not to the speculation of … Continue reading [Day 3][First Poem]: “A Wealth Of Time”

[Day 2]: “Tired, anxious but not really ashamed. “

Everything was good until last night when I got hung up writing my last postĀ (oh the irony). That triggered a chain reaction that ended with me staying up and working past 11pm. In fact then I went to bed half past midnight. Tired, anxious but not really ashamed--because I got a ton of things done. … Continue reading [Day 2]: “Tired, anxious but not really ashamed. “

Jack Johnson in Purgatory

Everything was drowning in something and everyone, swimming towards the same shore. Alcohol flowed from silver taps and went into glasses with names like ales, porters and stouts. Cigarette smoke and vapors rose above the patio as inelegant clouds, leaving beneath them the smell of burning tobacco laced with the stench of searing fruits. Boredom … Continue reading Jack Johnson in Purgatory

New Man, New Reason, Same Blog

I guess you could say that I am a sucker for a good transformation story. My name is Khan [con], I am a writer, designer and programmer. This blog started as a way for me to connect with others who were participating in NanoWrimo and passionate about stories. But With the support of awesome people … Continue reading New Man, New Reason, Same Blog

The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Motion.”

The photographer, to me, is a fly that gets invited into a party. A body that's ready to act onĀ itsĀ intuition for storytelling and is always watching the emergence and disappearance of emotions. It's a tricky art capturing those expressions ofĀ genuine affection, fear, or joy. The very potency of such moments is what makes them rare--and … Continue reading The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Motion.”