So in a moment of vanity i googled myself to see what the internet knew about me, and after clicking through the first ten pages of results and finding nothing, i was left with a mixture of disappointment and relaxation. i was disappointed that there is another BrianWills out there, who is evidently a successful artist, and relaxed because i now believe i am difficult to stalk. then i decided to google the 'ol screename, which was kind of a gimme, since who else would choose a name this dumb. turns out nobody, just me.

pretty much all of the results come back to deviantart, which i thought was cool; i had sort of forgotten i used to be creative. see the thing is, I've had this soul-sucking job at an art museum for the last couple of years, and while it might seem, on the surface, that working in an art museum is a great way to be inspired, the truth is that when the job you have is back-end systems maintenance and helpdesk support you are actually rendered an artistically dry husk around five o'clock each day-regardless of how inspired you were when you woke up. i read through some of the pieces i've written and comments i've left, and it makes me wonder if i have effing brain damage now, because my mind was once in a loftier place.

so, my bad.

i highly doubt that the fast approaching boston winter is going to encourage me to do anything other than drink more, but maybe i will be mistaken a paragraph or two will be born. i know, and have evangelized the importance of everyday writing...but one's own advice is the very hardest to take.