Hello, World.

So, yeah. Hi. I'm going to warn you, I've never done this before, and you've never read me before, so we'll learn together.

I've recently been writing more and more. There used to be two non-school related times when I would write. Y'know, the creative juices just start pounding, you get this awesome idea, and then BAM - You spend three hours slamming away at a keyboard and churn out a few pages. Like I said, that used to happen to me during one of two times:

1) It would happen when I was rip-roaringly drunk. Oh man, I wrote the best essay of my sophomore year of college like this entirely by coming back from a party, seeing word open, and pounding out three paragraphs. The next morning, after deciphering things such as "Renfairisznce" as "Renaissance" and eliminating the train of thought elements "And that is why the Boxer Rebellion resulted in oh man I fell out of my chair. I need to remember this for tomorrow. It's so funny...", it turns out I had a really good beginning. I think I've gotten off topic.

B) I'd also get those bursts of creativity during late, almost all-nighters. Just finished a last minute essay on the Crusades (And what better to spark creativity than a hilarious series of war crimes?), Word still open, and ideas of space crusaders or of Bruce Campbell traveling back through time to fend off Saladin just burning through my mind. Who can resist that kind of call? I couldn't, and that's why I have a little known nonexistant book series entitled Morally Conflicted Living, with such entries as Morally Conflicted Living 1, Morally Conflicted Living 2, and Army of Turks. It's also why I'm being sued for slander, copyright infringement, and parodying B-movies.

I guess what I'm saying is that I very rarely wrote fully thought out things. Bursts of creativity that rarely saw my return. I have a folder of stories I've started and never revisited, and it's not from lack of enjoying them. I love the setting or characters or what have you in all of them. I just lost the oomph for writing more.

So what did I do? Well, I've done a few things. I've started trying to get into the habit of writing more. In order to accomplish this, I started posting notes on facebook, I signed up for a creative writing class, I hired two hippies to burn a collection of mind-altering incence in my apartment, I started renting a new apartment after the hippies wouldn't leave, and now I'm here, starting this up. I think I'm just hoping that feeling a slight feeling of responsibility toward writing more will help. It won't be much, because I currently have no readership, and even if I did, I'm also a bastard. But hey, like I said, we'll learn together.

Anyway, if you find this and you know me, thanks for showing some support. If you found this through other means, you're a stalker, but I hope you're the kind of stalker that is a beautiful, wealthy, geeky woman who enjoys sponsoring our trips to the ocean for long walks on the beach followed by marathon Mario Kart 64 sessions. I mean sex. I didn't mean to write Mario Kart (Yes I did).

Edit: Oh, right, I'm going to try and post new stuff soon, but I may just move the facebook notes over, just to get some content on here. Maybe I'll keep you updated. Or maybe I'll surprise you. We'll see.