exit bummersville

So I ditched this way back in May, right before I went home to visit and I caught a serious case of the bummers.

I had been all jazzed on writing all the time cause I was reading this cheesy self-help book for artist I picked up on the advice of the friend most people would least expect to be into that sort of thing but totes is. I promised to write everyday, and even went so far as to pick the rock that I would clutch tight to remind myself of my goals (nerdface, I know)and thought some sort of public forum that no one actually has read would force me to be more productive, cause practice makes at least better, right?

No dice.

I nvr evn finished the book.

But I've been thinking. And though I am morally opposed to New Year's resolutions, as I believed from the deepest parts of me you should make changes when they need to be made, not when some manufactured holiday tells you to, now seems as good of time as any to start things up again.

I've been thinking about old friends and future friends, and old plans and future ones, and taking hold of the fact that it's not going to get any easier or less heart-stoppingly scary if I don't do anything about it.

So this is a little step I guess.