There will be activity here. More importantly, whether art, writing, or other strangeness (most likely writing), I intend to post something again. Soon. This is as much a promise to myself as anything. I need to stir my creative cauldron again. Get the ideas not just flowing, but -moving-, manifesting into something a little more tangible then the thoughts in my head. I may have a great many ideas... I may have an ability to visualize well in a well that would be suitable for, say, game direction... but it's all for naught if I don't DO -something- with what I have. I might not be a great artist, but I've got to get my ideas running.

I can't really draw my characters well.
I can't animate the action scenes I imagine in my head.
I cannot make a comic, or a film, an animation, or a game on my own.
I cannot program.

But I have wrote a lot in my past, in or for RPs, just at a random whim for an idea, or even just to be silly. And sometimes I made something real impressive out of it. I can't do much right now. But I can do this. I have great ideas in my head. They lend to wonderful stories, exciting action, deep characters. But no matter how vivid the theater in my head, so long as they remain there, they aren't even so much light. Only I can develop it further, breath life into them to create a story from those inspired visions, and give it a chance to grow into something more. I can only hope they are something that, one day, might become far more then even these mere words describe. I pray for that chance, but know if I don't take the road then I can never find the destination that law down it's path.

Life has been difficult. I'm less then broke, struggling to catch up to a financial crisis from an unfortunate layoff and betrayals from trusted friends. I have plenty of reason to be distracted from my imaginings. But the struggle grows tiring without the gift of life that comes only from imaginative creation. The frustration of the burnout and failure to create burns me. Better to burn from within. I hope to have a second job soon, so I can keep my apartment as well as my car, and recover long enough to reach the end of my lease. But even if I get that, somehow, in what little time I can call mine, I will write. I will grow. I will be stagnant no more.

This I swear to myself. Woe betide me if I fail, for who else can I blame? I must be determined to live again with the spirit that drove me before. To dream anew. And so I shall.

There is no other choice, but to fail, and that is hardly a choice at all.

Those of you who still have me on any kind of notice here... thanks, my old friends, RP colleagues, or even folk who happened to browse here once and didn't think to delete an idle fool from their list. Look ahead, in the future, for something new from this site. Hopefully something you will enjoy. Something I can be proud of, once more.