Starting Over

watercolour me, 2012

Anyone still out there?

It's be forever since I've blogged.
Things have changed.

I don't even know how to start filling everyone in with what I've been busy (or idle) with, so I'll just skip over it. Consider the past months of disappearance like 2 pages of a book glued together; if you care to keep reading, please do. If the book no longer holds your interest, I understand. Things will be missing, I know, but c'est la vie.

I started school again with the grandiose idea I would get a fancy degree and be a teacher. After exactly one month of class, the stress of schedules hit me full force, and I collapsed under its weight. I am hanging in there, but I doubt the working force is ready for an unreliable person like me. I've decided to follow the usually disastrous path of My Own Thing.

I am still writing short stories and poems, drawing and reading.

One of my classes is in Contemporary American Poetry. It makes me examine my motives as a writer, and that is a good thing. I've decided to try blogging again, but we all know *wink* how incredibly unreliable schizophrenics are. We shall see how it all unfolds.