I have to apologize, audience. I have been absolutely horrendous at updating this blog lately. I can only say it's because I've been  mildly busy!

Aside from the general running of the coffeeshop I'm assistant manager at, I was running for props for the commercial I'm working on. Shooting on that should begin within the upcoming week or two. I'll keep you readers up to date on that, should any problems arise.

I also acted in a web series called Baked Cookies. It's the brainchild of Matthew Dryer, of Kansas City based Dragon Fro Productions. He acts, produces, and directs the series. He's also worked on music videos with The Popper and Nesto the Owner that are really taking off. The man is a video production powerhouse!

My role in Baked Cookies was that of a Willy Wonka-inspired character that produces smoking paraphernalia instead of candy. It was intense, hilarious, and worth every minute of it. The embedded link will take you straight to Baked Cookies shenanigans. It's fun stuff.

And somewhere, in the midst of all that busy, I managed to get a haircut. Don't worry, friends, next update will be much sooner. I promise!

I may be a little behind in regards to my weekly update, but at least this time I have news!

Matt Dryer of KC-based video production "Dragon Fro Productions" and I will be in total cahoots together making a commercial for a disclosed small business. My credits will be writing and the miscellaneous drudgery, I'm sure, whereas Matt will assume a more authoritative directorial role. Granted, it's merely a commercial, but this will be my first paid writing gig and a blast to work on nonetheless. Speaking of Mr. Dryer, if you're interested in creating a music video, documentary, or other video project (or know someone who does) and live in the KC metro area, the guys at Dragon Fro are independent, quality-concerned, and cost-effective. You can check out their work here: http://www.youtube.com/user/DragonFroProductions

Until next time, then.

So, lovely readers, I didn't make it past the first round of the Amazon novel thingy. I didn't suspect to get very far in the beginning, only because I'm not sure my style is one you could call "breakthrough and sell-able." But entertaining? About as much as watching a grizzly bear battle a tiger... with a machine gun.

And so I trudge on, with pursuing an agent to represent my own brand of absurdity.

But, I will be moving to Denver in June, at the latest. I think the mountainscape will provide me with a much needed distraction and hopefully stoke those fires of creativity. You should all move there to soak in the scenery and drink delicious beers. And get piercings and tats while you're at it, because everyone's doing it.

Until next time, sirs and madams.

You know what? Weekly updates are nice. I think it's the perfect pace for me. So it shall go.

As has been noted, I was sick before leaving for Denver. While in the land of mountains of rockitude, I started to feel better. As soon as I returned to Kansas, I relapsed into my sniffly illness. My roommate suggested the house may be having an affect on my health. I've decided I'm simply allergic to Kansas and my body is telling me to leave for a different, and more exciting, environment. I hope I can oblige it with a long-term residence elsewhere fairly soon.

Minecraft: call it crack, a designer's tool, or whatever, it as an entity defies definition. One can build, destroy, and learn. In the latter, I've been learning how to manage a public server. So far, it's been a slow but rewarding process. If it interests you, feel free to ask me for info how to enter into the Land of Knives.

Every day I wake up with a severe thirst for water, I am thankful. It means I remain rabies-free one day more.

I was lucky enough to visit the wonderful city of Denver over the weekend. It was a business trip of sorts (mainly for a roommate and applying the rest of trip timing to her schedule) so I didn't get the chance to go ballistic and catch up with everyone I know out there. Nevertheless, I sat in awe of the mountains, drank much of their fine beer, and visited many locales that we squeezed in along the way. It's truly a place I could find myself settling into for some odd years, all things permitting.

In other news, the clock ticks down to the day when I will find out whether or not I passed the first round of Amazon's Breakthrough Novel Award contest. There is a 5,000 applicant cap and the first round cuts the number of prospects down to 500, I believe. If I'm not a part of that 10 percent, it's a bit hard to be too upset about it. If I do manage to succeed in proceeding to the next round of judging, then I'm part of the elite and peasant-writers can suck my awesome.

...with all due respect, of course.

I've been fairly "sick" of late. Notice the quotation location, as it's strictly  a noncontagious, sinus-stifling, mild, mainly annoying throat sickness. It's not even something I could use to call in to work with, hence my grumblings with it. I can't use it to my own benefit or infect others with it; where's the fun in that?

Hopefully, I'm over it by this weekend; I'll be venturing to Denver along with the roommates, as one of them has an interview to acquire a teaching position in the city district. At the same time, the other roommate and I shall be looking for places to live, should she get the job. It's all boiled down to this, in a way; The hammer's about to strike and we'll see if the blow lands true, or if the product is flawed, shattered, and begun anew once more.

I've continued to be fairly terrible with regular updates, so perhaps irregular updates will be the regularity?

I have, however, submitted the novel into another channel of possible publishing. To be fair, though, becoming victor of the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award is statistically a 1 in 5000 chance of success. Thankfully, I'm not a statistician and enjoy gallivanting against the grain of odds and reality. I'll put twenty bucks on dark humor coming out on top of the contest.

More snow and ice hit the Midwest this week, proving that one can become stuck without even moving two feet from your parking place in the driveway. Father Winter, ye olde tool, you can leave and not return until November.

Expect to hear from me in less than a week. Adios, cyberspace.