Housekeeping

Well, I failed to wake up this morning with sufficient time to do some serious writing, but I've made up for a bit of it this evening with my first freewriting session. Due to the nature of the blogosphere, the "reader" version of myself doesn't want me to post all my freewriting sessions to "Terminal Genius". He's a purist, you see, and a bit of an ass. However, for the sake of accountability, he wants to make sure I'm writing regularly. Despite his gruff exterior, he's a huge softy and just wants what's best for me and my writing career. Fine, reader-me, I'll make you another blog with only bare (and I mean BARE) minimum editing done to the fruits of my freewriting. I'm going to give it the working title, "Off the Cuff", which is super lame. I'm open to suggestions. Anyway, if I come up with anything good there, I'll edit it and post it to this blog. Look at me being all professional. I've already posted the first one.

PS - Buzz off, spell check. If "freewriting" isn't a word, it is now.

I Only Write After Films

Time for an update, lest this blog become an annual occurrence. I'm sure there would be many tears in that event. My resolve to write is usually eclipsed by my resolve to do 7,000 other things - things that may actually be more valuable. But probably not.

My whining has come full-circle now. I haven't known what the hell to do with my life for the past six years, but now I have a bachelor's degree. The ideas that most incessantly wage duels in my head are these:

1. There are wise men surrounding me who know how to live my life better than I do, and
2. I'm sunk if I can't do anything with the quarter-century of wisdom already bestowed upon me.

The lacking elements of self-actualization flutter in my head with varying levels of clarity. I need to formulate an identity; I need to gain perspective; I need to be content with remaining; I need to do my work. True that, double true.