I don't know how I always manage to get back on this site after a year, but somehow it's working out that way, so it seems.

Hello again.

It's been awhile since I've really been here. I log in, I check out some art, scan some fonts, dilly-dally every which way...but it's not really being here.

And I'm going to be up front about it: I don't know how long this will stick. I'll try, because I do enjoy it here. But I've never been able to keep a regular schedule on anything, and dA is not immune to that.

As it is, though, I'm making progress. I have just spent literally the last hour going through 347 journals. I skimmed a few, read most, and I feel a little more up-to-date. I've been going through all the deviations of those I'm watching for the past few weeks, and have made a roughly 400+ dent (1,764 to go!). All of you never fail to amaze me at your talent. Incredible.

So as to why I haven't been here. In general, I haven't done much art or poetry in the past two years. I let a lot of things get in my way, I let a lot of other things take precedence in my life. Some deserved that spot, others didn't but I still let it. I'm human: I get distracted, I get led astray.

I feel, though, that lately I've grown. This summer a lot has gone down, a lot of decisions have been made. Not all positive, but almost all constructive. My life is about to take a strange turn, what with graduating college, potentially leaving California, potentially leaving the US, even potentially taking on grad school (though I highly doubt that).

At the center of everything has been the question of my dedication to my craft: writing. There have been questions and doubts--both personal and outside--regarding my dedication, my love, and my passion about writing and all the forms I choose to express it in. Am I journalist? Will I be a journalist? Am I a novelist? A poet? A writer at all? Where will all this head? Is all my training really going to be put to use? Will I live up to my potential? How much potential do I really have?

I'm about to take a road I have not traveled, nor have I known it existed. It's dark, I can see that it is not at all smooth, and I have been told that I'm going to get lost.

But I also know it leads somewhere.