All right. Yes. I've been terribly remiss in my blog-writing schedule. I mean, look at it. Look at all the days between the "Quick Update" and now. So many. So, if any of you were looking for some wonderful, wise wisdom from the wacky world of Jamie (yay for arbitrary alliteration), I apologize. But I assure you, I had several good reasons for being absent. First and foremost being that I was busy. Incredibly busy. College is a busy place, did you know that? Wow.

Anyway. I'm back. And I'm happy to report that I have experienced a burst of inspiration in my novel, and I am currently speeding through a rather important scene in a way I think is satisfactory. I know. I'm awesome. Well, in some ways. In others, not. I have not in any way been taking my own advice about writing every day. That is to say, I have been writing, but it's been essays and reading/film responses and take-home tests and not anything creative or worthwhile. Ever since the start of the week, however, I have been writing a lot, and I hope to keep it that way until the next storm of homework comes.

Sorry to have been so long and to have my post be so pathetic and short when it finally came, but thank you for following me and being such awesome people. Also, hello new followers! *waves to the computer screen and only feels slightly silly*

Alright. I've had trouble with keeping blogs rolling in the past, so I must try to keep with this one, really. I'd like to make a commitment and stick to it. This, believe it or not, is the honeymoon stage of this blog. I, and anyone who reads this (although I have no idea why you would, I'm very tiny and obscure), is in the clutches of a blog-o-riffic honeymoon. We've just left the church, and I'm still in my pretty dress (you can be the groom. I'm the blogger here). We're going on this wonderful journey together. Although I don't preach total fidelity, at least in blog terms, so feel free to shop around.

I write fiction novels. I'm 19 years old, and so far I've written a novella and two novels (well, I'm about 90% of the way through the second one, so I think I deserve the credit). People tell me this is impressive. It is, in its way, impressive, but when I consider all the time I could have been socializing and living instead of writing, it's not all that exciting. Or, you know, healthy. But that doesn't matter. Writing is isolation! Writing is suffering! And writing is fun, most of all. Fun, isolated suffering. I do a lot of that.

I'm hoping: A) I can continue writing this blog thing and B) as I continue writing this blog thing, I will obtain a following and C) once I obtain a following, and once I finally get published (which I will someday - come on - look at how cute I am!) people can read it, see my pitifully humble beginnings, and feel encouraged. Sound okay to you, mystical non-reader who probably doesn't exist? I bet it does. Or if it doesn't, then it's weird you've continued reading this long. Don't you have better things to do?

I'll probably post again tonight because, after all, this is the honeymoon phase, and you can't have to much activity in the honeymoon phase. Wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more. Also, I've been rather indecisive about plot and conclusion lately and perhaps talking things out with you, O Nonexistant One, will cure this malady. But until then, adieu.

Jamie