So I'm a terrible blogger...don't judge me

Alright, so I realize we’ve been here before, with me apologizing to you, my dear readers, for thoroughly neglecting my responsibilities as a scarcely read, yet mildly entertaining, blogger.
It’s just that, well, stuff happens. That’s mostly a lie, actually, because nothing really happens in Wells, unless you count substitute teaching or putting on actual clothing less than five times a week as exciting (and I’m guessing you don’t).
But, I’ll have you know, a lot has changed in the last six weeks or so since I left you.


I’m 24 now, for starters, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. I’m indifferent, for the most part. Turning 24 just somehow lacked the luster of a 10 or 16 or 18 or 20 or 21, and the youthful zeal with which I normally attack birthdays, even last year’s eventful No. 23, was decidedly absent.
I guess it commemorates me surviving another 365 days without performing some incredibly moronic, clutzy and/or ill-advised act leading to my immediate or drawn-out death. That’s something, especially considering my decision-making skills (Take, for example, “The great arm hair singe” of ’04 in which I decided to start the fire pit in my back yard with nothing but a broken lighter and an expired can of bug spray. For the record, I did achieve ignition, but at the heavy cost of all the hair on my left forearm and nearly my left hand).
Mostly this birthday finishes another year I no longer have to accomplish great things. I did graduate from the University of Nevada, Reno, Cum Laude (insert sexually natured joke here), no less, and I also interned at The Miami Herald, which is one of the best newspapers in the country. But as much fun as I had assaulting my liver for one last semester and enjoying the city of Miami in general, I hope both accomplishments are small on my list in the long run.
Which leads back to Wells, and, specifically, the book I’m trying to write while I’m here. I’ve worked a bit on it, but I hadn’t got seriously into the writing process until the last few days. I’ve been dealing with some personal stuff, and it’s taken some time to clear my head enough to get serious. The holidays are also a bit crazy at the Hylton household, what with the large extended family and all.
I’ve also recently become obsessed with the television show Chuck, which I’m planning to explain at a later date, although I think we all know that’s assuming a certain level of commitment I’m not entirely capable of delivering.
Anyway, the combination of all that delayed the process, but I’m on track now. Hopefully.
Along with attacking my project a little harder, I’m going to attempt to revive this space as well. With all the other writing I’m doing – journaling, outlining, poetry and short story writing to go along with the big project – I’m not sure it’s realistic to try to match the pace I set last spring. So, for the moment, I’m going to shoot for updates every Tuesday and Friday.
I’ve decided that I’m not going to discuss the details of my project in any details, but I may also make this sort of a journal on the writing process itself.
Exciting stuff. Sort of.