The Good, the Bad, and the Crazy: The Antics of an Aspiring Writer

It took almost a year, but I'm finally writing a post about writing. I know, what a shocker! A blog by an author that is intended to talk about writing has finally gotten a post that isn't a list of or complaint of something not even related to the field of writing. And if you were expecting a list, a tangent, or a complaint, don't stop reading just yet, I'm sure at least one of those things will occur at some point during this post. And well if you weren't expecting a complaint or list and aren't really into that kinda stuff I still suggest you keep reading. Who knows, maybe I'll surprise all of you guys reading (and myself) by not complaining or making a list. I probably should get on the whole writing portion of this post before it turns into what all of my posts always seem to be: lists and complaints. So what I'd like to talk about today is my lack of any good inspiration. (So I guess technically I am complaining...) But anyway, I've been work...

So I realized it's been a while since I posted anything. School started for me and well, it's taking over my life (as it should), so I just haven't had the time to blog. Now that May is right around the corner things have slowed down a little bit and I've had a little more time on my hands. Seeing as how I haven't written in a while (and named my post long time no see) I've decided to write about the four things I haven't done or seen in a while and hope to get to. 1. My Bedroom Floor Yes, I am one of those people who have a hidden floor. Only part of it is hidden, though, so I guess I can say that that isn't too bad. However, a laundry basket of clean clothes spilling out onto the floor is probably not something anyone wants. Also a pile of notebooks and binders and pens and pencils sitting in front of my dresser has become an increasing annoyance, but that's what I get for being a writer. 2. Nature I spent most of the winter inside, wrapp...