The hits keep coming

I'm all talk. I spend 90 percent of my day talking and 10 percent taking action. I think it's time to reverse that. These past two weeks have been the two most annoying weeks of my life. Now that I'm 24 I thought I would past the high school problems, but they followed me. Living in my hometown has been the hardest part about graduating from college. I have no townie love left in me. I tried.

It's been two years in the same place and I saw a glimpse of my future and I didn't really care for it. I will be a success someday. Not everyone can say that. By this time next year, I will be in a completely new place. That's more exciting news then I've had in awhile.

Torchured artist period over

I know it's very cliche that all writers have a high alcohol consumption rate. But they do. I haven't written in days, weeks, or months because of what I like to call "writers block." It's actually because I was scared. I used that fear to knock back whiskey sodas in a local black hole of a bar. Don't get me wrong it's a great bar, the kind of bar that beckons you to make mistakes that force you to discover who you are and knock back way too many whiskey sodas. I had a relationship with this bar for the past two months. We just broke up. I thought it would get the creative juices flowing. What better place to find stories about people? This was the wrong thing to do. No matter what anyone tells you, the only stories you will find in a black hole bar will be about heartache. But I did find a great idea for a novel. My goal is to publish a book before I die. I'm starting the first chapter now and I'm excited.