Yes, I know I have been inconsistent with my entries, but it's difficult to set regular sessions for dART. In the meantime, I have not been working many sketches, practices, or all-out pieces. Instead, I've been whiling away time, chipping away at a post-apocalyptic world I'm using for a short story. Yes, I suppose I took a darker turn, as far as interest is concerned...but there is a March deadline for the "End of the World" contest on writerscafe.com. So, I guess one could say I feel obligated to outstretch my mental arms and flex a couple literary muscles every once in awhile.

Strangely, I find myself upon a period of change. I know, I know, the whole 'epiphany' progression is worn, tedious, and just plain-old irksome. But I must say that the big stink behind 'deeper' meaning just became a world more enticing. And I cannot say why. Perhaps that devilish Literature teacher of mine has slyly commandeered what little rational thought rattles within this empty case of a skull? Or perhaps I am simply maturing as a writer, seeking purpose for the endless slew of ink blots (correction: type errors) that pervade even, in my most humble opinion, my most brilliant literary concoctions. Ahem...actually, I think for that I must look to aisle 13, shameless draft burning. (A direct result of personal dissatisfaction with any nonsensical word that ends up on paper, which, many times includes the whole paper!)

Nonetheless, I find myself inwardly rejoicing at this somewhat queer happenstance. Whereas, not a year gone, I suffered a lamentable case of impotency regarding a failing writing ability, plus a quite contagious strain of stark disinterest. That is, this is how I perceived it. But now, I feel terrifically vindicated, ready to take on one loooong piece.

Anyways. Back to my original point. Being as I find myself needing some sort of underlying meaning...I think, oh, wait! Oh...hang on! Hummmmmm....I think, no....yes! No...wait! I think it's coming to me. Argh...yes...yes, yes! I think I finally have it!

People always say, if you're going to die tomorrow, make today the best day of your life. Dear God, the movie The Last Holiday with Queen Latifah was based entirely on this mentality. So. Here comes the kicker. I'll take the opposite side! YES! THAT'S IT! Armageddon has come and gone...and yet people subsist. Only question left...how shall I display the need for one to hold steady come Apocalypse? That answer shall only be answered with a blackened paper, several of them, and a half-decent ending.

[Yes, yes, this is quite an absurd journal. But, aside from informing you all of my horrifically puffed up schemes, complete with pompous bragging and a arrogant self-hickey, I will be quite happy to know that you've been suitably entertained. ]