Nothing interesting.
I’m kidding, my life is alive with color. I got my MFA, basically, and have spent the last few months pretty much completely rewriting/reworking the project I came in with into something cohesive I could call a thesis to do it.
Looking at my last post, I left this blog dormant for almost a year. A little over 11 months. That’s almost one Earth rotation. That’s technically three in-game years in Stardew Valley. That’s like 30 Noah Centineo movies. I have a dusty document that’s just a list of topics I intended to blog about, of content I meant to produce, but clearly things got fucky somewhere. And I just basically summed up why—life.
But life continues. Why did I come back? I’m done with that big life thing, I’m pretty sure (until I’ve got a document in my hand, I can’t bring myself to celebrate), but shit’s still happening—I’ve had a mysterious bladder issue since mid-June and have been living in varying states of discomfort for months, I’ve had several identity crises, and I’m trying to cope with the fact that not only have I not had a solid idea for a story other than my main project in almost a year, but I have very little info from my own soul about what I want to do now.
So I’m gonna be writing about my nonsense again soon. I just wanted to assure my three readers knew I wasn’t dead, even though those readers are inevitably just my friends on twitter who have seen me recently, posting about a horrible book I bought in Portland that I’ll soon be elaborating on here in long form. I’ve also retweeted this tweet and have somehow been thinking about it for six hours even though I only saw it an hour ago.
Later days.
Noise From The Basement 