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.