More than a year.

With my last promise of updating this infernal page, I've managed to disappear for quite some time. Though I haven't quite delved into the unknown and returned with a miraculous conscience full of epiphanies, I'm back. Again.

With another promise to myself of course. I need to write. Since my last update, I've barely written anything. I've scribbled down ideas and made changes to previous thoughts but I haven't written anything concrete. I've been trickling down a muddy path and breaking apart with each passing day. As a day dreamer, I'm constantly thinking fantastic things; but what exactly are they worth if I don't write them down? They're empty thoughts. Unsharable.

I have more goals now. I'm working on some, and I need to get more. If I can accomplish at least one of these goals, I'll be able to succeed at the rest. I have more time for this sort of thing now- the only thing standing in the way is myself. I am my greatest enemy. That voice that surrounds me in apathy and procrastination is a danger to my mind, but I cannot accept its call.

I will change. I must. For starters, I will write more. Get into a basic process of completing a story line. And then share that story. Find work shops and people who will read and listen. Maybe a scanner so I can save these things and upload them here.

We'll see.