In the midst of working on a paper of a heavy metal anthology, I have made the decision that this blog post is more important to me and my grade can wait. For those of you reading, please feel flattered.
This post serves no more purpose then to give me an outlet to write something down, a craving I've had for a few days now. I would be lying if I said I came here on free will. In truth, I have just returned from a showing of the film Life Itself, chronicling the life of influential film critic Robert Ebert up to his recent death. The film was very well done, and emotional in a way that invigorated me into a desire to create, which is a feeling I try to cherish very deeply and more times than not end up allowing to slip by. Whether this post will grow into more, I am unsure but hopeful. I wish to use this blog as an outlet for my day-to-day thoughts and directions. It will also serve as a place to post my different written works of poetry, short fiction, essays, etc. Is this productive? The big picture suggests no, but my fingers currently typing these words say yes. I have neglected this blog and many others. I have gotten tired of writing posts that claim a rebirth of this specific medium, so I will not make such a declaration. Instead, I will leave before making a conclusion in the hopes that it will open the door to a new experience for me. Teachings of responsibility while simultaneously surrounding myself in text. The future of this blog is unclear, and based on past experience quite dark, but along with this open-ended paragraph, I myself will keep an open mind.
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