I was thinking the other day that it’s been a little bit since I last wrote something. It’s been even longer since I last blogged. So today, before I watch the Broncos stomp the Patriots (yes, I’m a Bronco fan, get over it), I decided I’d post a little update for those interested. I’ve finally pulled myself out of the depression that has been hampering my writing and reading. While I haven’t done too much in the way of writing, I’ve certainly started reading again.
For Christmas, I received a Kindle. I was finally able to finish Season of the Harvest and will be working on a review in the near future. Hicks has yet to disappoint me. Just a few days ago, I was finally able to purchase new reading material and I have been buried in the digital pages of The Hunger Games. I certainly cannot wait for the movie. I was also able to, finally, purchase In Memory of Greed and Gabriel’s Redemption by my friends Al Boudreau and Steve Umstead. I’ve been waiting for ages to read them and now I have them in my grasp.
On another note, the new semester has started. I’m looking forward to my technical writing course. While I still would like to become a novelist some day (and surely have my foot farther in that door than many others), I’ve found journalism rather interesting too. There are so many things one can accomplish with writing, that I’ve yet to focus on one single goal. I want to dig my fingers into every aspect of the field.
I’ve also decided that I’m not going to go to school this next year. Why? Because I don’t like where I live. I want to live somewhere that inspires me. Somewhere where I can wake up and rather than see a great, flat expanse of nothingness or trees or hills that people call mountains because they’re just really big, I can see something real. Somewhere where the weather isn’t so dull. You know, hot summers, mild winters, the occasional glimpse of that white fluffy powder that is so, so cold. What do they call it? Oh, that’s right… snow. I also want to be closer to the family I’ve yet to have the opportunity to really get to know. So, with all that on my mind, I’ve decided that, after this semester, I am packing up again and moving once more. This time, to Colorado. It’s been a goal of mine for so long and this past March, when I was there with my ex, driving through the roads between Flagstaff and Estes, it lodged itself in my heart.
With all that said, I think I’ve brought everyone fairly up to speed. I’ve been contemplating restarting The Last of Humanity. The more I read, the more desire I feel to write and that’s certainly a good thing. Perhaps my muse will finally come back to me.