Silidons00

So, it appears all my journals consist of this message. That I don't get on very often.
But I don't know what to do about deviantart.
I want to become a writer, more than anything. And to get practice I've started sending my writing in to literary magazines. And it works, I've had a half-dozen poems published now, with another dozen waiting in the wings.
But they're all the same, "If you want to publish your works with us, they can't be online". I don't like it, but I really want this, so I save my stuff until I'm certain no one wants it.

So all my stuff is poems waiting for that to happen, a book I'm working on, or stuff I don't consider any good. And that doesn't leave anything for devianart.
Aside from that, I only have so much energy for communication a day, and between hunting a job, family, and friends, I don't leave much for commenting on deviantart. I assure you, aussiedidge, yazackak, skies, midnight, wildfire, darkrider, and everyone else I'm following, that I am still seeing and reading your posts.

But I think that maybe, maybe I don't need deviantart anymore. I still love all the friends I've made here. I originally joined DA to burn off stress and then I stayed for the love of writing. But I think I've learned to manage my stress, and I've found so many more places to write. I will still try to put things up here, and I will try to come back to commenting, but a lot of my friends here have moved on and I think I slowly am as well.

I think that's all I had to say. 
Here is a song for you all.

Ahh, that was a long grueling semester. But, it's done now, and I can move on to other matters.
First of all, I do apologize for my absence. It could not be helped in any way, but I know you all work hard on your writing and want someone around to read it.
Well, assuming no disaster arises, that someone shall be me.

As I said, I am now free of school. That means it's time to go job hunting. I suspect I'll never again be as active as I once was, but I plan on being more active than I've been recently.

Alright, yup. I'm going to get some sleep now. But I'll leave you with this song.

Ahh, that was a long grueling semester. But, it's done now, and I can move on to other matters.
First of all, I do apologize for my absence. It could not be helped in any way, but I know you all work hard on your writing and want someone around to read it.
Well, assuming no disaster arises, that someone shall be me.

As I said, I am now free of school. That means it's time to go job hunting. I suspect I'll never again be as active as I once was, but I plan on being more active than I've been recently.

Alright, yup. I'm going to get some sleep now. But I'll leave you with this song.

Well, the last couple of weeks were horribly busy. But it's spring break now, I should have a chance to catch up on your deviations and chat a little.

Something I should mention in a journal though. I love "Burning", it's a story I've always sort of wanted to write. However, I am quite seriously wanting to revamp the style I am writing it in. So I shall attempt to wrap up this first scene, and then it shall be put on an even more definite hiatus than it already is.

What's that? Silidons is making a new plan? Is it friday already?

Ok, but seriously, I want to talk about something.
Annnnnd, that's all the further I can get before my brain blanks out. So, totally gonna BS through the rest of this journal and hope I get it right.

I'm under no obligations to do this. I've asked (subtly or otherwise) most of you my friends on DA, and no one has cared one way or the other.
But I care for some reason. If I think about it, I think it's because I want to be honest with you all. And I have been honest as far as I remember, but you have no reason to believe me.
I read in a book once "The Squire's Tales" I think it was. "of course you have no reason to believe in me, if you have a reason it's not believing" I'm paraphrasing horribly, I'm sure.
And like i said, no one asked for this. And I'm not asking anyone else to do it, hell no. 

I joined DA for two reasons. One, to become a better writer. Because I love writing, more than possibly anything else.
And two, because I needed... something. To grow up, to become stable. To be happier with the human situation as I experience it. I dunno.

Point is, this is weirdly hard for me. Though I can't imagine it's ever easy for anyone else.

(sorry to future me. I deleted the photos from here. For convenience)

I'm a writer.
I was born with a name, and it's a fine name, but please, call me Silidons. it's the name I made for myself. Such as it is.