It's been well over a month since my last post. I'm sorry for that. I was hoping to have better news when I returned to post here. Instead, I bring you the reason it has been so long: the New York City trip has been postponed indefinitely. That's one of the biggest reasons I was waiting to post in the first place. I wanted to have all the details worked out and plans ready to go before I started talking about posting portions of my travel journal. Obviously that won't happen now.
For those of you that know me personally, I just want to tell you I didn't flake--I didn't change my mind, I didn't get scared. I had everything planned down to the minute details, including a practice packing session to see if what I wanted to take would fit in such a small bag (it did, by the way). But there was one variable that couldn't control, and that went south quickly. So it's off.
The worst part about this whole thing is not that I can't go on the trip; it's the huge emotional upset its brought with it. It's not really the trip itself I'm angry at, it's the people involved that made it not happen. I'm now in a place where I hate myself as well as other people who have all brought me to this point in my life... but I guess that's a story for a psychologist, not a writing blog.
In the aftermath of my depression from this realization I will never see my favorite city (at least not in the near future) I actually had a short burst of creative energy. I started writing scripts for comics. I can't draw, so eventually I will have to find an artist if I want to finish them off, but it was a good release for me. That is, until yesterday. Yesterday I was skimming through a book and happened to run across some copyright law issues. Turns out, if I want to write about real people (it was going to be nameless characters in the comic, but if you know me personally, obviously you'll know who it is), they can sue me for not only defamation of character, but also for invasion of privacy if there is a 'public disclosure of embarrassing private information.' Um... well there goes writing comics about my years in college... does anyone know if this applies to comic books? I'm sure it does.
To sum up: my life is falling apart in front of my eyes. Just writing this so early means that there is no work to be had on this dreary Monday morning. I can no longer pick up my Portable Dorothy Parker without scoffing at all those that put my vacation down the tubes. And I must admit, if severe dandruff is induced by stress, I'm stressed. I need direction and purpose. I'm just not sure where I'm going to find it this time.