Words are Powerful

Alright, I’m back with my second blog post. I plan to do these once a week releasing them on Tuesday! That is my goal and I’m want to dedicate myself to it. A lot of these posts will pertain to thoughts that happen to me throughout the week and are written in the moment. From there, I’ll have a pool of blog posts I can sift through and choose one to post on Tuesday. For the first Tuesday (that would be today since this is being written on 2/18) there should be a shorter introductory blog post you can find here. So there will be no new post until the following week. Hopefully that’s when this one goes up as long as the perfectionist in me doesn’t delete it. Anyways, that’s enough wasting time, I’ll move onto the main topic of what I’m writing today.

I just watched the most recent episode of Doctor Who. If you don’t know this about me, the series has been an incredible hobby of mine since I was a kid. My mom grew up watching it, and she would sneak around against her parent’s wishes just to watch the show. It reminds me of the time I decided to play Neopets at around 2 in the morning. Of course, in my mind, I decided that dimming the computer screen was enough to get away with it. If it isn’t obvious, I got caught. The point I’m trying to make is that Doctor Who has been a big part of my life that I’ve enjoyed since I was young. Despite the controversy following the series, this season has been fantastic. Most so, the episode titled, “The Haunting of Villa Diodati” blew me away. Not because of the episode itself, but it spoke to me as a person who loves to write. It was a historical episode based around the creation of Frankenstein (The book not the monster itself). So in short, an entire episode about writing mixed in with typical antics for the show. In the episode there was a moment when The Doctor said that, “words are powerful”. Those weren’t her exact words, but it was the point she was going for. That people’s words last throughout the test of time. Going from that to here, I decided to elaborate more on that from my own personal experiences and desires.

My entire life I’ve always absorbed writing. From video games and anime to television and movies, I loved it all. I’ve always thought about how certain works of fiction had changed how I thought about life. Growing up watching Doctor Who I learned to treat people with kindness and to give second chances. Even to the people that everyone else hates, I learned to extend my hand and offer them help. As a hopeless romantic I laughed and cried while watching How I Met Your Mother which is another show I adored. That show taught me many lessons that I still take to heart. Through the course of the series, Ted talks to the audience like you’re one of his kids and he’s providing you with advice. Advice that’s often overlooked because of the comedic nature of the series. One of my favorite take backs from that was one on anger. I’ll include the scene in a video below. Just be warned it is a bit of a spoiler for the show and there is a mild language warning as well.

“Kids, you may think your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it in someone’s face, but there’s a third option: You can just let it go, and only when you do that is it really gone and you can move forward.” -Ted Mosby

Whether you watched the clip I put in or read the quote I added afterward, I think you get the point. Now, this isn’t me telling you to “get over yourself” because you’re pointlessly angry. That’s not the point of what I’m trying to say. Not everyone can forgive and move on and that’s okay, you don’t have to do that if you’re not ready to or at all for that matter, but my point is about how his words impacted me. They were powerful from the moment I heard them. How many of you have had a bad day? I bet the majority of people reading this have. It’s almost impossible to go through life without a few bumps and scrapes. Everyone is different so I can’t speak for all of you, but I bet there are some of you that experienced the power of words. Maybe work beat you down all day long and you decided to keep it to yourself sending yourself spiraling into an even worse mood. One of those moods where every small thing after was infected because of how your day started. If you had spoke to someone about your problems, would their words have helped? Maybe the lack of words was the problem or maybe too many words were also the problem. Regardless, these little things that we string together to make sentences are more powerful than we realize.

So, why did I take you through all of this? Well… it’s always been a dream of mine to impact someone with my words. I want to write something that not only challenges someone’s way of thinking but challenges the readers themselves. I want someone to read something I’ve written and come out a different person. I want my words to mean something like so many words has changed me. The outlook on life–to me, is such a fragile thing. As I go through life, I want to continue to mold my perspective. I’m not satisfied settling on a single mindset. I want to continually challenge how I see everything and make changes along the way. Hopefully changes for the better.

Anyways, this post went on a lot longer than I meant it to. I apologize for the, as I like to call it, word vomit. Not every entree will be this long with so many references, but I hope you took something from what I wrote today. Who knows? Maybe I already started to change your perspective even if it’s just a fraction.

Thanks for reading and I’ll see you next week. 🙂

Joe Allen Writes

I know, I know, the first post here is the title of the website itself. Quite cliché, right? However, I think that it perfectly sums up what my website is about! This is a blog mostly to outline me, Joe Allen, as I go through my career as a freelance writer. If you’re interested in learning more about me, then I implore you to check out my about me section as well as my projects section. If you interested in visiting my social media pages you can click on the social media icons at the upper right of the website. (For far all I have is Twitter and Facebook pages, but I’m definitely gonna work on adding more!) Finally, you can check out my blog here. Outside of that, thank you for visiting my blog and I hope you enjoy what I have to say.

Starting Over

Hey everyone, this is going to be my first official blog post for my new site. Over the past several years that have been a ton of people who have helped me along the way. This can include friends that I’ve made along the way–who have pushed me when I wanted to give up–to my loving family supporting me all the same. Where my writing has taken me down many paths, all your support has remained the same, and for that, I sincerely thank you. With that out of the way, let’s get started.

My First Book

Maybe not all of you know about this (even though a lot of you do) this is my first book! It’s 100% written out and even somewhat edited. I wrote it with a close friend I had who was also an author and writing this is what sparked my interest in becoming an author. The thought of becoming an author is spectacular, however, it’s not as easy as that. So even though it’s written, that doesn’t mean it’s a book.

In February 2020 I’ve officially became a freelance writer. After working on another series titled Heroes and Vigilantes which has also been an enlightening experience. It’s one of my most ambitious writing projects I’ve ever done existing in a similar yet very different genre than We Stood Alone. (By the way, all these projects will soon be adding to a separate page you can visit here. It may not be added immediately, but I promise it’ll be there this week!) This new book absorbed my life entirely. If writing projects were kids, it would be the newborn child brought home to meet the rest of the family. However, if there is a second child, then what happened to the first one? That’s right, it was left on the shelf to gather dust.

It still exists even if the condition could be better. I have it in front of me as I write this first entree. After peeling back that dirty dingy cover, I dived back into the world that I created–that we created–and I was taken back. To a better time in my life when I was younger with less burdens and responsibilities. A life where I just wrote and took solace in my work. It’s not good, not by a mile, but it exists. My original kid is living and breathing and I have been neglectful to them.

I guess this is me announcing that We Stood Alone will resume editing and possibly be self published, assuming I’m willing to put in the work. I’m genuinely thrilled to share my experience with all of you as I tussle the beast that is the world of writing once more. Thank you to everyone who read this first initial post and I hope to see you soon! 🙂

(P.S: Check below for a little look into the book I’ll be picking back up)

“The Facility had a secret hidden behind those four massive walls. Subjects were sorted from A to Z by their last names. What would happen once they reached the end; once they reached Z?”