I'm not dead. I'm not gone, I haven't forgotten how to cook (yet), I haven't started eating at McDonalds 21 times a week (or even once, let's be serious here). I'm just... busy. Busy and out of the habit of writing in this blog. Out of the habit of writing in general, come to think of it. Here's where words are placing in my life right now: I have sixteen thesis proposals to read and comment on by Wednesday, something like fifty-odd poems to work through, a thesis to get all notarized, and like fifteen 5-10 page stories to read and give suggestions on with more stories on the way. I'm kind of swamped.
Add to this that Dana's sick and I'm frankly obsessed with this game called Gemcraft and you have why I haven't been blogging. I'm trying, man. I am.
Anyway, since I'm here already, I just wanted to say hey, world, what's up? and then maybe make a bad joke. Like, oh, oh, my favorite new word that I just made up while loading the dishwasher: Spriggle. It would describe a sprig of some herb added to taste.
I know, you don't even have to say it.
Oh, all right.
I'm a genius!