If you post on a blog, but no one is around to read it does it have any impact?

Most likely...no. But I shall anyway.

So I promised it wouldn't be two months before my next post....well it's been four. And I am not even sure where to begin because my life is astronomically different from before. So, to quote Indigo....let me sum up.....

-First, you should know, I now use ellipses in my writing for everything....see second note.
-I have moved to Little Rock Arkansas to be a reporter and anchor for KARN News Radio.
-I love my job, but generally dislike Arkansas. I promise to elaborate.
-I dearly miss my friends and family back home. I even miss K College, though I am incredulous to say the words.
-As a close friend and former professor told me.....I always have a man-friend.....and so it is. More on that later too.

So, if anyone cares only a little, that's my new life.

For that one person (I know you check my blog, Charles!) I will continue typing, because honestly, I feel like talking about myself right now.

In the span of a few short months, my life has turned on it's head. I graduated from school. I moved to Arkansas for my very first job. It is a dream come true....so much more than I could have even asked for. What do I do? I talk to people. I take my little digital recorder around every where, following any breaking story in Arkansas. And you'd be surprised since this is the home of the Clintons, the capitol of the state, the heart of the largest boom in immigration in the country, the focus of desegregation in the 1950's, a land of the Delta and the Ozarks. It's certainly the South here. I am a Yankee and I stick out, sorely.

Here's the dislike part. I don't fit here. I haven't found people I could really connect to. (Not true, actually, I found one. My black twin. But she has left me for the National Guard because everyone loves the frigging military here, like its some kind of higher calling, but then again they love guns here too and Republicans. Harumph. I am done with that little rant....but by the way Dana, I miss you!)

But I get to meet famous people. I have covered both Clintons, Hill and Bill. I consistently chase around the Governor....wherever he shows up, I am usually there. I have interviewed Mike Huckabee....former Surgeon General Joycelyn Elders....Vice-President of MTV Ocean McAdams. Most recently....General Wesley Clark. Bragging? Hardly. I am still in awe myself. My growth as a reporter can hardly be described. I love it. I love broadcasting. I love being in the public eye. (No surprise to anyone who has ever known me.) I know this is just a start for me. But it is my new life...my real life....the life I didn't know I was seeking, but somehow feels right.

I miss home, though. I miss Lindsay and Megan and Lindsey and Mia and Kimi and Patrick and everyone. I miss going to class. I miss the little joys of being relatively careless. I live paycheck to paycheck now. But it is my money and I live alone.

Except for my man-friend. You can easily determine his name if you wanted to, but I have a sneaking suspicion he wouldn't approve of me openly talking about him in a public forum. I will say little except that he has awoken me again. I had made movements in the right direction....shedding old relationships and the hang-ups they brought me like molting feathers.....but none like with him. My pilot is a real man, a man of means, with goals, and unlike other "men" I've dated he leaves his fantasies to create realizations. He doesn't just dream of glory...I have no doubt he'll obtain it. Sometimes I wonder, though, if our differing senses of glory divide us. But I have the most tender of feelings in my heart for him. I believe I amuse him, but I know too, I greatly complicate our lives. I appreciate his patience. And the image of him chasing gray cats around the kitchen.

That is enough for now. I am going back to reading about Witches....one of my new favorite obsessions. And the ellipses, well, they ease reading aloud. I write with them for work...they are natural to my pacing. My pacing is slower now. It's both torturous and liberating.