Forgive me father, for I have sinned …

This is the first blog post in nearly two months. It’s been quite the whirlwind since returning from California.

I was pretty much offered a job 2 hours after arriving in South Texas, where I couldn’t find one (not even mowing lawns as I’ve mentioned before) out west. I begrudgingly left California to see what The Lone Star State — a place where I’ve had roots since I was about 1 or 2 years old.

I’m back in journalism, and while it has taken this long to start getting the hang of things at my new office, I think I’m finally picking up on the process. It wasn’t easy getting to this point, I don’t pick up on things as quickly as I used to. I’m going to blame my lack of mental retention to that night in college when me and two friends split a club sandwich and ordered three waters at Denny’s and it was the greatest club sandwich in the history of the world. But that is another story.

I’m living in Austin now, and while I love the area, I haven’t quite explored it all yet. I know I’ve been here countless of times before, but I don’t remember.

In any case, I find myself now updating my blog after some time of silence. Sometimes this is the only conversation I have with folks after work. I know this isn’t a conversation, really, but it’s close enough.

I forgot how solitary this line of work can be, especially the work hours I have. I go into work when most folks are on Facebook killing the last hour of the day before punching out and heading home at 5 p.m.

So I decided to write. It was either that or heroin, and since I’ve never done heroin nor know anyone who sells it, I settled on writing. It is my first love, after all. I may not be great at it, but it’s the reason I went into journalism.

So I’ve decided to finally put whatever little stuff I have away and write every night after work — starting tomorrow, not today, that is. Why do something now when you can put it off until tomorrow, right? That’s the journalist in me.

So, starting tomorrow, I’m going to try to write my thoughts, outlines, notes, whatever comes to mind. Perhaps I’ll write about my day, or perhaps I’ll start writing that great American novel. Or just a novel, I don’t know.

I have plenty of story ideas written down. It’s only a matter of figuring out if I want to do some investigative reporting, or using past events and basing whatever story-telling I do on those real events.

I don’t know. But I just might start on those notes and outlines right now…