T. Ippen Digest

Listen:

I'm a student, okay? Finding time to update a public journal between ignoring my readings and rushing through my assignments takes a Herculean strength of will. I've reached down deep inside myself and pulled out just enough to provide you, dear reader, with this remarkable nugget of self-indulgence. 

I won't try to update you on everything that's been going on, but I will tell you of my impending breach into adulthood. It's the last push of for my degree, and if all goes well with the tail end of this last semester, I will proudly proclaim myself "Tom Ippen, BA" by early May. Following that, it'll be time to use my wildly applicable History Major to kick off a whirlwind career, sure to bring me non-stop excitement, intrigue, and of course fat stacks.

If you know me, you know that a  constant complaint of mine is my not taking more time to get things–anythings–down on (virtual/intangible/magic) paper. When my university career comes to an end (at least a temporary one) this spring, I'd like to kick off something ambitious, writing-wise. Maybe ambitious isn't the right word, but it'd be good to, say, pump out one blob of prose per day. It's disappointing that a goal like that is, for this fella, an ambitious one. We'll see how this plays out.

It's important to me that my writing is in at least passable form for the coming season, as that's when I'll be trying my darndest to crack into a career that doesn't have me in a cubicle editing zoning reports. Not to suggest there's anything particularly horrible about that; zoning is important, and without those reports, how would we zone? I'm just saying I don't think it's for me. I could be wrong. Sorry if you're a zoner. 

I'm losing focus. Let's end this before it spirals out of control. Thanks for stopping by.