I haven't written for awhile, and I have some excuses.
One is that I got depressed. I interviewed for and subsequently failed to get a writing-related job-of-my-dreams. This failure, punctuated by two months of unemployment and living off savings, led to many days spent eating Top Ramen and contemplating my existence. My caloric consumption and mental gymnastics made writing much less appealing than sleep.
The other excuse is that my dog died. No, not Hondo, but Chopstick, my dear pug of 13 years. In what can now go on record as the Worst Day of my Life, Chopstick went from a happy-go-lucky, snorting mass of food-begging happiness to a stiff, seizure stricken old dog, and finally to a soft, lifeless lump of fur lying on a sad carpet in the vet's office.
I wasn't really prepared for how awful the death of a pet could be, nor was I ready to be faced with the notion that it was my fault--we had her put to sleep. Grief, accompanying guilt (for having killed my dog) and shame (for being so sad about a dog), caused me to once again refuse to write. In addition, I felt like I needed to write something epic commemorating the life of my dog. Of course, never having been much of a clutch player, I cracked under pressure and instead of writing, resumed my life of Ramen consumption, minus the contemplation plus reality t.v.
And now, a couple of months later, I find myself not only employed but also registered for grad school in the fall. The thought of Ramen makes me want to vomit and reality television has somehow lost it's appeal (who knew...?). I am also running again, which takes up a lot of my time. I think it's safe to say I am sane again, at least for the time being, which means it's only proper to resume the writing life (hopefully Hondo will be up for a blog or two now and then as well...did I say I was sane?).
So yay for me. I'm back.
