I am now unhappy! Yes! This is a good thing. And I will tell you why.

The last few months, ever since April, actually, I have been blissfully happy. I woke up every day with the knowledge that my life was supremely blessed. And don't get me wrong, that was all fabulous. Being happy is great, and I hope to return to that state. But not right now. When one's life is without fault, sadly, there is nothing to write or vent about. As an artist, of course, this is terrible. I can whip up fabulous poems when happy, poetry's a forte, but unfortunatly, fiction takes a more unstable state of mind to craft. Wait a minute, was that a dangling particple? I guess it should be crafting fiction takes a more unstable sort of mind. Yes, that sounds right. Now, to continue.


I am enrolled in fiction 207 this year. How I do in this class, and the body of work I produce in it, determines if I can make it into the fiction section of the Writing Program, which is incredibly competitive. Hence, I needed (and have successfully completed) a process to tear down my inner joy. Through a combination of too little sleep, starvation, overwork, and reflection upon relationships, both past and current, I have made myself mildly depressed and unhappy. And you want to hear the really great part? I'm already coming up with 10 times the story ideas I had when happy.

So, there we are. I'm just like everybody else again. The trick is not backsliding and becoming content again.

Anthrax was a threat back in the early 80's, but the lead singers been doing all kinds of Top 100 metal artists of all time stuff and a million behind the music's. I don't think Anthrax poses a real problem to Americans now....wiat, what kind of Anthrax were you talking about?