Well I haven't been here in ages and OF COURSE when I want to get back into writing a lot more, I get something that MIGHT be carpal tunnel.
Now doesn't my life just suck?
However I have been writing! I've been writing quite a lot lately, actually, and the other day I sent out two of my poems to small no-pay markets. I need to get my name out there somehow, even if it's just 'I was published by Unheard of Magazine 1', ya know?
I've been very hard-working, studying, looking at things, reading, writing, all sorts of things lately. My school attendance is still lacking and that is simply because I don't care. I don't care about my education. Really.
I look forward to the day I can drop out because I hate school. I don't want it nor do I feel a need for it. My calling-my only calling-is in the arts. If I can't be in the arts, I can only be nothing.
But I will make it in the arts. I can feel it. I'm happy. For once, the long, dark tunnel of depression is missing in action (sort of). And I am DETERMINED to become a writer, and I am DETERMINED that this will work.
So. I'm back. For good this time, I hope.
I've got very, very limited computer access right now (as in I only have it at my bf's), so my writing is flopping and so is my blogging.
But I AM alive. Yay.
Editing is a word that has made itself foreign to me in the last couple of days. My muse has returned and I've been dealing with some serious friend issues but now it's over and I should be back to work soon enough...
Not much today. Actually, I didn't do anything, and I won't get a chance to; I'm heading out now and I won't get home until around eleven thirty. I'm working tomorrow starting at 9:15, so I need to sleep.
See you tomorrow! (I'll post today's post tomorrow. Just think of it as late. Sorry.)