The Lonely Journal

You're right, Jeromie. It is high time for another post. Sometimes I grimace at my monthly update schedule. I always aim to write something as soon as I feel I have something worth saying, which, as you can see, isn't very often. I've never really put much stock in the idea of 'finding something to write about,' but its beginning to gain ground.

I think it would be a good step. I've been concerned for a while about how creative I really am. Whenever I try to come up with something, my mind so often goes blank. It is worrisome. I hear the refrain that to write well, one must write constantly. I think that might hold true for creativity. Perhaps it is a kind of mental muscle, that needs development by usage. If that's so, then my frustration is much easier to understand, as I'm not very productive as artist or writer.

So now I'm in Columbia. Its not as bad as I feared. I mean, I still prefer other cities, but Columbia has a certain cuteness and charm. I also don't think it will be quite so troublesome to live with my brother. We are brothers, after all, and while that brings a natural mutual annoyance, it also means that we do have a history of being under the same roof. That's what I tell myself, anyway.

I am starting to get excited about Midlands Tech. I talked to a man in the IT department who told me that they sometimes had to turn employers away for their internship and co-op programs for lack of students. It might just be a useful expansion of my skillset, after all.

Overall, I'm still trying to keep my cool. I used to think, back in college, that I was a pretty loosely-wound guy. Now, I keep stressing out over things and often fall into worried reveries. I have begun, by focused effort, to try and keep this under check. Something's gotta change.

I think that's it for now. Maybe I'll be more verbose next post.


Twilight out.