* i have been following a (very loose, unorthodox, undemanding) writing regimen for two weeks. this is remarkable.
* i have completed, in seven parts, my first shitty draft of a story i intend on publishing someday. this is splendid.
* i am presently sun-soaked and lazy with sorrow at the prospect of summer drawing to a close...not the best frame of mind in which to be pondering goals for future glorious writing career. i intend to get more serious about goal-setting after the labor day weekend. in the meantime, i think it's realistic to expect to keep this blog as practice for a year before even attempting at publishing something for realies. though it disturbs me how little i know myself after we have spent twenty-six years together, i know that, if anything, i am the slow-and-steady type. i need a good year of doodling before attempting to paint the mona lisa.
* that said, i have an epic novel on the backburner that probably won't see the light of day before i'm 30. i would like to have a story collection by the time i'm 28-29. screenplays are also a medium of interest.
* a journalism career would be the sweetest of day jobs. i fully understand the naivete in this economic/political climate, but i still suffer a burning desire to engage with the day-to-day world in a concrete way. i don't think this yearning can be satisfied solely in the ethereal world of fiction or creative nonfiction.
* goodnight and good luck.
