Well, it would appear my deviantart account lives. Recently, I have found the desire to write growing. My problem is I have nothing to write about, and no time to do it. Thus, it is not a big deal that I have not written anything since my third year in college. Normally, I would not be bothered by this fact. However, it is annoying that even though I feel this way, something inside is clawing its way to put words on a paper. Even though what is written may not be worth more than peanuts handed out by airplane attendants, or that the "novel" that I write may not be read by anyone, still the paper demands to be written on. As a result, I am goi