Guess Who's Back? (Or, Sorry, I'm Back)

And they said it couldn't be done.

Nobody said that, actually. Not even once.

Let's break it down.

I had a blog and was pretty honest from the beginning about the fact that I'm terrible at keeping up with blogging. I posted pretty regularly for about a month, congratulated myself for my consistency, then stopped.

Then I moved to Tumblr, which has its pros and cons, and repeated the process.

The thing is, I've always operated under the assumption that nobody actually reads any of the things I post. However, it has recently been brought to my attention by no less than two people that this is not the case, and two is good enough for me. So I reevaluated my situation and decided that moving back to a more traditional blog would be a wise decision. This does not mean that I'll be giving up my Tumblr (which can be found at: The Last Werebender), but the party will primarily be based over here for the foreseeable future.

The last time I decided to start blogging, I was a little over a year out of college, making slightly more than nothing at a job that I hated and trying really hard not to feel like I was a massive life failure. Rather than light a creative fire, the black pool of misery and life suck that I was wallowing in made me not want to write anything at all. I know. I'm as shocked as you are. The few things that did come out were, at best, really angry and, at worst, insanely mediocre. Not an easy sell for a writer.

Fast forward to RIGHT NOW: Life is beautiful. I quit the Sad Job of Pain (note: I made some really awesome friends there, so don't let my affinity for hyperbole give you the impression that there was no silver lining) to claim a Shiny Job of Excellence at a non-profit children's musical theatre group I used to spend my summers working for until the SJP (note: This means Sad Job of Pain, not Sarah Jessica Parker. I wouldn't want to give you the wrong idea, as she seems lovely.) made that impossible. I'd been writing scripts for them in my spare time, and earlier this year they approached me about office managing/writing/teaching drama for them full time. It's been a little over a month now, and I can honestly say that my soul has kind of been revived. Sometimes pure joy is what it takes to make you realize just how viciously unhappy you used to be, and fortunately for all of us, I've got that now.

The point of me telling you all that was not to humble brag about how great my life is (note: It is, though.) so much as it was to let you know where I'm coming from now. Eliminating the bone crushing rage and moderate depression that was clouding my life for so long has made me happy, and being happy has kind of helped me reconnect with all the things that I'm passionate about and, as a result, makes me want to share things with the world (a.k.a. at least two people) again.

So I'm going to do that. Here. Whenever I want. And you can't stop me.

I tell stories and I like stuff. If you like stuff too, stick around.

- CDog