So, my husband makes enough money for the two of us right now, so I don’t have to diligently look for a job. I’ve been looking at the Univ of Texas as I would really like to work there. I haven’t found anything yet.

So the days melt together and time passes and I feel like I’m wasting my life. I should be writing and drawing since I have the opportunity, but I feel sluggish. I’m trying to figure out how to kick this. I now understand why independently wealthy people who don’t work are so morose. Life without purpose is no life.

And I really enjoy reading my friend’s journal. It’s such a strange way to keep in touch, but very effective and enjoyable. Bizarre, eh? Everything has changed so much since I was 20, and I don’t know if it’s because I grew up or because the internet has become so ubiquitous in my life. It’s become my primary form of communication with the outside world, and yet its so anonymous. Weird shit.

I’m going to post the next installment of my story.

So I’ve decided not to put my story up and to not tell my friends about this site (except possibly my husband). It’ll be my little corner on the web that no one sees except to maybe stumble upon by accident.

I’ve been unemployed now for six weeks. Being unemployed is a very bizarre thing. I feel like a spaceship without fuel, lost in the vastness of the universe, drifting. There’s no winds or tides to push me in any particular direction. There’s nothing. And that’s me.

It’s not been a happy thing.

My husband has been my constant source of hope. He always smiles. Even when he’s down, he still has a kiss and a smile for me.

…. oops, he’s out of the bathroom….. I think I’ll go get my fix…..

Once upon a time, in a world of dragons and demons, lived a very lost, and very frightened, young woman. As a child, she had been hurt horribly by the worst kind of demon—a cruel beast that hid behind the beautiful mask of a good and honest man. Though the demon had long since died, his seed of fear and pain grew daily inside her, and would soon consume and control her. Her name, oddly enough, was Belief.

During this time and in this place lived a young man who was convinced he had unlocked the secret to life. He had wrestled with the great questions of the universe, and he had won. He was triumphant and complete in his accomplishment, and the world lay before him as the universe before God. His name was Code.

This is the story of Belief and Code, and how eternity fits, very neatly, into the lifespan of a person, if he or she chooses to live.

So, my husband (detour: I just recently got married, and I love referring to my husband as “my husband” because it makes me feel warm)….. anyways, my husband is always encouraging me to write. I LOVE writing. I’ve written since I was a child, and in high school, my creative writing teacher told me that I should try to get one of my short stories published. Well, I sent it out to one magazine and received a rejection letter. I never tried again after that. Then I went to college and became too overwhelmed with growing up and working out all the crap in my head, that my writing fell to the edges, just as my drawing did.

Now, I’m no great artist, either with writing or drawing. But I do sincerely love it. And I’m unemployed right now. (One of the latest casualities of the dot com fallout.) So, what the hell. I’m going to post my story. Any constructive criticism is very much appreciated. Wish me luck.

A friend of mine did this and it was awfully nifty. I tried reading other people’s entries, but found it somewhat boring. So I think these things are only interesting if you know the person. I may or may not get bored with this idea, but it seems like fun. We’ll see…..