Dear Diary; Hello World

Borrowing from some famous cliches for the title, here, aren't we?

Anyway.

As a writer I've been running into some dead ends lately. Some stressful dead ends that in anybody else I would call writer's block. But a good friend of mine once told me that there is no such thing as writer's block. There's no time in your life when you are unable to write, when some cramp in your brain cuts off all your words. There will be times in your life when it's hard to write. When nothing leaps to mind.

That's the time you need to work for every word; and that's the time you need to exercise your word power.

So here I am, exercising my word power. Journalling is one of the easiest writing exercises there is, one of the easiest ways to work out the excessive fear of committing a wrong word to paper. One of the easiest ways to remind yourself why you write about the things you write about.

What do I write about? I write for the popcorn flicks of the literary world. Fantasy, science fiction... space opera would be more precise. Stories more about people than the fantastical things they do and see. Stories about flawed and unlikable people, for the most part.

Well. In addition to writing I'm trying to buy my first house, which is much too large and expensive for me. I'm about to put myself into the house-poor category, resoundingly. And then, after that, I will be so far in debt I may never get out. Yay!