I dunno if I can't take this seriously or if I'm taking it too seriously.

I'm starting a blog, Hank Moody's (and my) worst nightmare. God help us all.

I'm doing it out of purely selfish reasons though; I really doubt I'll pick up any sort of following or inspire anybody. My real motive is to force myself to write something, anything, in the hopes that doing so will help me in re fining my craft. I graduated from Utah State University in May 09 and, as of January 2010, I haven't written shit. I've been stuck playing around with the same few stories and made little progress on getting anything together I'd want to submit to a publisher. Well, here's to hoping the blogging world can help get me out of my funk. And if someone reads this and enjoys it, well, that would be nice too. It's also worth noting that I intend to review a ton of stuff here, so this inaugural post may be somewhat unique.

It's kinda hard to look forward without looking back. 2009 was an interesting year for me: I became a college grad, quit two jobs, bought a mountain bike, had three short (i.e. failed) romances and, right at the end, moved from the nurturing college town of my adult infancy to Salt Lake City, the big city around these parts. Putting events into a list like that seems to sort of gloss over the huge ups and downs they represent in my life, but each one had its own impact on what I'm doing with myself these days. Maybe future blog posts will allow me to elaborate further.

For now, though , I'm just getting started in the SLC. Really, it's about the size of the suburb I grew up in back in California, but it feels big after spending the rest of my adult life in Logan, a town whose population is half USU students. Going to Smith's Marketplace last night was quite a wake up call (and quite a clusterf**k, I have no idea who organized that place,) even though I'm from one of the bigger metropolitan areas in the country. Still, for living in a city I'm not having to deal with too many of the problems that arise from that. I can park in a driveway, I have a huge backyard with ample storage space, and my roommate is my sister Emily...so I don't have much in the way of surprises there. Also, Emily has a young German Shepherd who already considers me her best friend, and everyone who knows me knows I love me some canine companionship. And I can't say enough about the shower in this place. It is mirrored on all sides, except the curtain side. Yes, front, back, side and ceiling are mirrors. I can't decide if it's the kinkiest or coolest (or both) thing I've ever seen. There's nothing like getting in a shower and being able to look at your white ass being mirrored in front of you.

Now that I'm all settled in, my new quest is to find some gainful employment. Gainful meaning pays better than the average Mickey D's, which I hear actually have fairly competitive compensation...