School’s Out, Kids

My apologies for not establishing a stronger online presence this summer. I’ve been going through a large transitional period (to say the least). But I’m back now, and I’m happy to report that I haven’t run out of ideas yet.

But more importantly, I wanted to let you all know that I finally have a legitimate office job. No, it’s not accounting, and no, it has nothing to do with law. All that I’d care to say is that it has something to do with e-commerce.

You know, the odd thing about writing (and by default, the odd thing about blogging) is that you tend not to get much of it done until you find yourself stuck in a cyclical rut. A more graceful writer probably would have euphemized “rut” with “routine,” but I’m not in any mood to sound proper tonight. Some of my favorite blog entries were written while I was deep in the throes of academic procrastination. It seems as though creative inspiration thrives on mindless, dull-eyed repetition. That seems to apply in my case, anyhow. I can only hope that the repetition of a 9-5 work week will be enough to get my ass out of frivolous summer mode.

It’s strange. To me, writing is no mere hobby, but a pressing necessity. There’s something that I’ve been dying to commit to the written page, but I haven’t yet figured out what it is that I want to say. And still, time goes on. People are dying through war, famine, disease, natural disasters, terrorist bombings, and plain old freak accidents. I’m not dead yet, but I very well could be tomorrow. What frightens me most about the prospect of death (aside from the whole theological afterlife thing) is the possibility that I’ll leave this world without having ever written something worthwhile enough to validate my existence. If that assertion strikes you as self-absorbed or pretentious, I won’t fault you for thinking so. But everybody has dreams, don’t they?

I was upset about leaving law school, but I’m fortunate enough to say that life has afforded me a multitude of alternate avenues. No more education for a while. No more bullshit retail experience to flounder away my youth. I think I’ve finally found an occupation that’s worth my time. And if I find myself settling in a bit into another hapless routine, maybe that won’t be such a bad thing after all.