who writes this crap? episode o--you know nevermind, this is just a news post

Forward:

Just graduated from college this last weekend. Hoping that helps solve the "no time to write" issue that's been behind the "not posting any writing" problem this "blog" has "suffered" "lately".

Anyway, this is just some... stuff. It takes place in the same fictional universe as the Induction story that I'm "working" on--really just thinking about a lot and feeling productive through no real effort. It's episodic in nature without much in the way of any single narrative linking it together. Events are more or less sequential but without vast prior knowledge required to get the gist of going on.

In other words, it's a skeezy TV show, but you have to work your brain to enjoy it. Terrible idea, right? Probably! But I've been poking at it anyway, because the lack of commitment to a central plot structure means I can write -something- despite my recent mental block against committing to anything truly productive.

Like, say, Anika. You remember Anika, right Secret Anonymous Readers I Imagine Greedily Consuming My Work? It's the book I keep telling myself I'm writing. With seven completed chapters so far, that could actually be a true statement if I get off my proverbial ass (note: onto literal ass, sans usual distractions) and remind myself that "writing" is a present participle and that coupled with a present-tense verb, such as "am" in "I am writing", implies that I am actively performing a task.

Uhh... right.

Anyway.

Here you go. Random crap. And... oh! Right. Uh, another detour. Mind I sincerely doubt that I'm going to get any feedback in reply to this question (a statement I made just now to make myself seem sad and vulnerable and guilt you, Secret Anonymous Readers I Imagine Greedily Consuming My Work, into giving feedback), but here goes. I do occasionally write adult work. Occasionally may or may not be an understatement, but that's difficult to quantify given how my interests are shifting now that I'm becoming a "grown-up", or at the very least now that my hormones are allowing me to eat melons (as in the fruit) without giggling or making unfunny "jokes".

I'm considering posting some of it, here and there. The concern is that this will suddenly be one of them thar 'pornomographical blogulatures', and the legitimacy of all my blood (figurative), sweat (literal--I live in Florida), and tears (literal--I am an artiste) sacrificed (figurative[?!]) in writing Anika and similar work will be rendered null and void by the occasional cropping-up of such words as "stiff" and "gasp".

Naturally such posts would come well-equipped with big scary warnings about the mental health of children and G-d-fearing Christians.

Thoughts? All feedback to the dilemma is welcome, because I... you know what? This is a news post now. Hold on. I'm going to edit the title. There. I'll post the story after, in another post.

That was redundant. Now I'm thinking of Post cereal. Lost my train of thought.