I'm not gonna lie, I completely forgot I even made an account on here.

I'm 21 now (where the Hell did the time go?) and I haven't written a damn thing since then. I've had plenty of ideas, but no time to sit down, flesh them out, or even something like figuring the concept of storycrafting is still a cosmic idea to me; unobtainable almost. Even though I'm back to working (which has been terrible enough), I am hopping on the bandwagon of these "Quaratine 'Glow-ups'" and learn about story-crafting, character development, developing my own style, and gettting back into the habit of writing daily, be it for a movie or not. I don't feel like I want to do all this, I NEED to do it.

Without getting too personal, I live in the Midwest US and work in a second-rate, indoor, past-its-time Flea Market. Since re-opening our doors on May 3rd, we've been running a bare-bones skeleton crew (5 people, including me, and no security) with ever increasing numbers of customers pouring in. Aside from the Manager herself, I've been there the longest out of everyone. Which means, to my credit, I'm the most trusted and have the most respected opinion in that place (which I wish I didn't). The flipside, however, is that I'm also the one, aside from the Assistant Manager as well, that is expected to come in more than anyone, even on my supposed "days-off" sometimes. I work the back sorting room (we sort out vendor's misplace things and take them back), the cash registers (I'm doing this most of the time now), spot-sweep the floors and spot-mop them when needed, and on occasion do administrative work at the front desk; I'm quite a busy boy. So, obivously, I need a form of release. I've been meditating and it's helped with the stress. I've been practicing mindfullness, I'm improving at it and myself. Now, I need a creative outlet. So...hence, I'm back and I'm ready to see what I can often, either as a contender or as a sacrifice. If I'm lucky, I could punch something up in the next few months or so. 

Thank you for attending my TEDTalk.