I'm probably going to post a lot now.

So I'm writing for my fiction class right now, and I'm a bit stumped. I feel like what I'm writing is kind of good, but I have no direction for it, so it makes it seem like each step forward is really a step sideways. The document I'm writing only has to be 3 pages, but I'm having so much trouble coming up with even a single sentence.

I've been writing all night (since I got home today, anyway), and it's all been a struggle. Writing creatively is difficult when you want it to be good.

I don't really know how to end this post.

Brighter, Happier, Distorted.

So I posted in my old blog to state that I'm no longer posting in it, and I have moved here. Before I did, though, I read through a couple of years' worth of entries.  I realized that I miss the simplicity of those times, but I wonder if one day I will miss the simplicity of these times.  As we age, the past becomes brighter and blurs until it reaches a level of false nirvana.

I wonder if when I'm 80, if I can still read this, what feelings I will have. I wonder if I will make it to 80.

I'm supposed to be working on a paper for school, but I have decided to put it off because I am lazy. Or maybe it's that I am not motivated to write an Executive Summary for a proposal document.

I read in my old livejournal about my feelings toward people with whom I no longer have contact. I guess I miss some of them.

Entry 1

This is my first entry on Blogger.com. I have decided that I will no longer use Livejournal.com for my blogging, but I will leave those accounts open so that if you want to look at my old ramblings, you can.

Here is the link.

johnmorgan

Also, I have a webcomic of sorts that I used to make and will probably start drawing again soon.

phantasmatadefacto

Anyway, I don't think anyone will read this, but I will act like you will!

If you were the last man alive on Earth, what would be the point of your existence? You know, I was going to write this long, introspective thought about the meaning of existence, but I think it would be trite.

So I'm writing in this blog here, and I feel good about it. Except that I have two projects I need to finish for Monday. But isn't that always how I end up writing these journals? When I should be doing other things? Anyway, there will be more to come from me now! I feel invigorated to write! I just hope that someone reads it!