twenty-something

Once upon a time, I was a blogger.

Yes, I spent hours each week -- sometimes each day -- immersed in the blog-world, not just writing for my own site, but tweaking its template, and reading other's sites with voracity, commenting, and making cyber-friends from all over. At one point, I was posting multiple times per day, serializing my life story, receiving nearly a thousand visitors a day, and participating in a blogging reality show.

And now? I've posted exactly twice in the entire month of November, which ends tomorrow.

What happened?

Life, I suppose. All of the big changes I was writing about before my hiatus took their toll. I've been busy, stressed, and largely unsatisfied. "Twenty-Something" was one of the things that suffered most. I'd thought of writing a post acknowledging my lack of activity, but I never found the words or the time. And I've contemplated pulling the plug on the blog altogether a few times, but ultimately felt it was too dramatic for something I hoped to resurrect anyway.

So instead, tonight, I made up my mind that I was going to write a post, a post that had nothing to do with Superman or iTunes. And here we are.

I'm so far removed from my old 20sum routine that I don't even know where to begin when I think I might want to write a new post. And I do think about writing, a lot, but generally it's during my half-hour commute to or from work, which is a less than ideal time to whip out a notepad or laptop to record my thoughts. And so the thoughts, and feelings, come and go, unrecorded and, in my opinion, wasted. I haven't written much of anything at all this fall -- something that's shameful, really, for someone who's seriously considering heading back to school to get his MFA in Creative Writing soon.

It's been too long. The Blogger interface, my old friend, is suddenly almost alien. What are backlinks? That's new. I hadn't checked my stats in about a month, and I was surprised to learn that I've had 112,384 visitors since March. Many thanks to those who've stuck with the site and continue to visit. It's nice to have made it past the 100,000 mark this month.

But I digress... (Forgive the unpolished post. It's been a while.)

For nearly forty-eight hours last week, I dropped off the face of the earth. Literally no one in my life knew specifically where I was -- they still don't. But I needed to escape the day-to-day of this new life. I needed to escape some boy drama. I needed some solitude for two days.

So, spur of the moment, I checked into a hotel all by myself. I hid. I wrote. I soul searched. And I figured out what's missing from my life:

The time to write. Adventure. And someone to love.

And so I'm going to make the time to write. Which could mean more blogging. It could mean new 90s-Something. It could mean something else. But there will be writing, and I will be involved.

Adventure? It's coming. There's only so much you can learn in one place...

And love? Something tells me that's the last thing I need right now, but it's the one thing I miss the most.

Vermont's own Stowe Mountain got a mention on tonight's episode of Lost -- sandwiched right between a gruesome shot of a broken leg and a gruesome shot of said leg being set by a clinical psychologist. That'll do wonders for tourism, eh?

Additionally, the teaser trailer for next year's blockbuster will pop-up before the new Harry Potter next week. A full 1:33 of footage!

On a date recently, I was asked which superhero I would chose to be. I couldn't lie, I had to say Big Blue. I felt like a huge dork... until he said Aquaman. He had good reasons, but still -- Aquaman?