amerandur80

Not as dramatic as that, but life has taken a rather 'normalcy' turn for me in the past few months. Still writing, have 14k words of a steampunk novel done, and have two other poetic works ready for final check over then off to the presses. So I should be ecstatic, right? Well, tie all that with being a half-ased live in nurse for my Gram, and toss in grad school, and the ecstasy ebbs out after a bit. But in all fairness, it aint that bad being me at the moment.

So I've decided that I'm much too young to be sitting on my meager laurels.  Yes, I managed to publish a poorly spelled and somewhat childish book of poetry, and I'm still beyond words about how excited I am; but I need to do more.  I've got more in me then that. The problem is, how the hells to get it all out and have it make sense. when I was younger, I could tell some of the strangest stories, and they were weird and cool, and entertaining to tell, but for some reason, I couldn't write them for the life of me.   I could blame this on not having the time to learn to write, the fact that growing up in my house was equal parts labor and pl

Yeah, even though I write at least something every day, I never get around to updating these silly things that I start.....  odd that. Oh well, school, more school, work and maybe even publishing this mess... who knows?