Once more

So. Here we go again, hm?

I've been getting the writing bug again recently (which is good, what with the English degree and everything), so I decided I'd head back over here. Yasamuu said he kickstarted his dA again and that certainly helped my decision. A lack of any real feedback (as well as inspiration) drove me from this place, but it's good to know that there's a clique of people still here who'll read or comment my work, even if it's only 2 or 3, because that's really all I need, or even want.

I wrote up a strangely stream of conscious, not to mention entirely pretentious discourse about why people write blogs yesterday, but I don't think I'm in a particularly preachy enough mood to post it up here at the moment. Maybe I'll put it on my livejournal, or just completely forget I wrote it.

But yeah. The writing bug is back, and I can never complain. Except for the fact that I got the bug, so to speak, in the shower, which is nowhere to be getting any kind of bug, let alone a writing bug. My mind is fresh with ideas. Mostly additions to old projects that are still in limbo, so they're not really fresh, but...

I digress. To cut a long story short, I have things in mind, and I'm even typing away at them as I speak.

As for using this place as a blog? I think I'll take a leaf from Yas' book (or a page from his tree, since we're using that eternally mixed metaphor) and keep this updated as there are things to say. That might not exactly be weekly, as his is, but I'll try at least to keep some sort of update routine, if not entirely regimented.

I never really thought people would be interested in hearing about how my life is progressing. I still don't. But perhaps it's a good idea that I get some of my thoughts down here, rather than letting them fuzz around my head and eat at what's left of my sanity.

I can never really complain about life, although often there are menial things I can and possibly should. To be sappy, I'm still very much in love and that doesn't show any sign of dying out. Two weeks to go before I go back to Leicester and can finally see him again. The reason for not being able to go and see him, as I've so beautifully segued into, is financial.

I'm roughly 250-300 quid overdrawn at this stage of my existence and, whilst I'm not overly worried, it does leave me having to cut back on life's flourishes (a deviantART subscription not being one of them...). The reason for my fiscal fiasco? Well, I've not got much work this holiday (read: any) season from that dear Boss of mine. To be brutally frank, I feel he's trying to give me the slip without actually firing me. I know of his deeds and misdeeds with other people he deals with, as he's told me straight up, in a manner of trust. I suppose he shouldn't expect me to really think that he's not got any work on all the time after his exposé, but whether he does or he doesn't, he's still getting away with it. Oh well. Even if I was working, I'd probably moan about not having any free time at the weekends, or have spent my money on frivolous commodities and be even more into my overdraft.

It just means I'll having to be getting an extra loan next year (which will give me a ton of expendable, but ultimately repayable, cash) or a job. I do want to get a job, but my luck on the working front is just above 'non-existent' and just below 'hobo'. At any rate, I'm never paricularly worried. Seems to be my curse. Probably all those stupid love endorphins swimming around in my head. Anyway...

Expect another journal when a new piece is uploaded to dA. 'Til then.

(Oh, and my new display pic is of Alan Shore, if anyone wondered, which I doubt. However, I was just after a picture of a snappy suit)

Ever procrastinating,
- I'll sign here later