Nothing Going On But the Rent

And I paid it yesterday, although it pained me greatly. I don't feel like writing, but I feel like I have to. I was getting a kick out of writing for a while, but it's losing its luster, or maybe, like a snake, I'm shedding this skin so that I can grow a little bit more. After taking the digital storytelling class for the second time, I realized that although it's been fun to write here, this blog has been more like a journal that my friends and family read. And, honestly, I visit this page more than anyone. I think I'm ready to move on to the next iteration, which is spending more time writing and less time talking about my life. Of course, the more I write, the more I'm sure I'll notice how my life works its way in to my writing.