I post to this journal irregularly, at best. Sometimes a year will go by, sometimes only a couple of months. But I almost always post when something "big" has just happened or I'm dealing with something larger than myself. I almost never post when absolutely nothing is happening ( Read more... )

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So I'm sitting in my cavernous new apartment in Austin just lounging and reading a book when all of a sudden ( Read more... )

I don't have much going on. Haven't for a while. I wake up, go to work, stay late, come home, eat, sleep and repeat. Sometimes I'll watch a little Hulu or Netflix in between. But that's about it. Extracurriculars are few and far between, but mainly because I've exhausted my options. Do I want to facilitate another Dialogue on Race? Or, take another ( Read more... )

"I don't know. Hot Tub Time Machine has the potential to be funny but Pirate Radio could be more mature-ish ( Read more... )

Snapshot ( Read more... )

I've heard that sometimes, the best fiction is the fiction that is reflective of real life. "Write what ya know." So that's what I'm doing.

For my short story writing class this past semester, we had to write a short short story in response to another classmate's story. I chose someone's story called: The Game. It was about a dude and his friends ( Read more... )

I've been feeling the itch, the burning itch, to write lately. I'm not sure of the reason, but whatever it is, it is severe and compelling. I have much to say, but as ever, nowhere to begin ( Read more... )

All these activities, all these responsibilities - even now, after so many years of "participation" and "involvement," I still can't tell if it's all for nothing. I understand that I am learning from my experiences and hopefully growing from them, but who chose these experiences for me? I can't remember. I mean, I know I did, at some point. But ( Read more... )

Two things happened this summer that have completely changed the course of my future ( Read more... )