Back in the saddle?

This is the first time I've done any writing, outside of homework and text conversations, in quite some time. I've been wanting to write for a while. I feel like I always have so much to say. But now that I'm here at my computer, I feel like I can barely speak.

My previous post mentioned I'm a school district custodian. That's no longer true, but I'll try to get to that later. (No. I wasn't fired, you cheeky thing.) But while I was, I often found myself working alone for eight hours straight, nothing but my music and me. Granted, there were times other faculty were around, or I got placed at a school with multiple custodians. However, I was often sent to a school all by my lonesome, which proved to be both good and bad. Bad because it, simply, gets lonely sometimes. You're busy doing your work, and even if there are people there, you don't have time to converse with them, and they certainly don't have time either. To be true, I often enjoyed keeping to myself. I'd pop on some headphones and go on my way, and for the most part that was fine. 

I love to day dream. The art of dreaming up stories and painting fantastic worlds in my mind has become a bit of a past time, due to my job. When I first started, I paid attention to every little thing I did throughout the day. But after a time, everything starts to become routine. And as time drags on, my mind tends to wander. And thus, I day dream. So far, over the past year, I've come up with a number of stories and ideas. 

One idea is something I've simply called, "Snow Driven." A thrilling drama of two groups of people trapped in the middle of a snow-covered wasteland, with nothing but a couple of small buildings. One group stays at the buildings, trying to survive and make do with what they have. The other, for one reason or another, has been separated, and it trying to make their way back to the other group. They must travel though thick and thin to return, finding out bits and pieces of the truth to this winter wasteland. Hint: It goes from a survival thriller to supernatural mystery real quick. 

So I thought I'd keep writing about some other ideas here, but now that I'm here, I'm starting to grow weary of writing. I'm glad that I was able to write though. Going back to my job, I no longer work there. I've decided that I don't want to scrub toilets all my life? Who would've thought? For many years, I've expected that one day, I'd go off to a university to study film editing. But in a twist of events, the university I sought out raised it's tuition prices. So, I fell to my backup plan: Tech Support. And thus, I'm back at Clark College, trying to get a degree that certifies me as a tech nerd.

Wish me luck out there.