To blog or not to blog; a musing
To blog or not to blog; a musing
Against my better judgement and at the very high probability of appearing ignorant on a daily basis I have decided to start my own blog! (or try I guess) Reasons why I have not done so yet include but are not limited to; The fact that I am always writing something anyways. Poetry, short stories, essays, novels, flash fiction, fanfiction. I barely stop writing to fucking eat. I have a limited amount of time, what with a three year old, a husband, and full time job and a book deal with the deadline coming up on the horizon I kinda always overwhelm myself. Oh and the fact that I run a local writers club and have a poetry partner for slam/performance poetry only. And also why the fuck would anyone care if I blog or what I have to say. Most of the time whenever I try to start a blog it goes for like three entries or whatever you call them and then it dies down. I guess we’ll see what happens with this one. I’m still not entirely sure what a blog is anyway. Online journal? Day to day life. Thoughts that I share with the world? Idk. And really half the time I have a thought and I share it out loud people start arguments with me or look at me weird and I’m glad that I have to slow down in order to get even this out, maybe I should longhand this first like I do with all my other writing so that I can edit out what is just retarded.
Okay so on to the reason why I am deciding to start a blog despite my ridiculous schedule and the fact that I have very little knowledge as to what the hell I am doing. To effing platform myself. Yeah fucking lame reason I know. I really wish I could just be the type of writer who just sat in a cabin up in the mountains all year round and wrote nothing but fantasy and buried myself so far away from this fucking real world that you would have to move the sanitarium to me. Like just build it around me. But I can’t, I want to write. I love learning, but I hate that the more I learn the angrier at the world I get and just fantasy doesn’t do it for me anymore. So I guess it’s also to release steam. A lot of what I put on here might be in essay form, since I do those a lot when I get angry at a subject. (I once wrote an essay for my mother with sources and everything about the origin of AIDS because she made me angry with her “Christian science” talk) But I also shouldn’t say that you’ll see a lot of anything in particular. Hopefully those of you who actually brave the follow button on my page have maybe read and hopefully enjoyed my poetry.
What I will write about; Fucking everything. Some days I will be super serious and super articulate and other days I will just be ranting about stupid shit and probably just have an entire page filled with fucks. This paragraph is also the disclaimer. I am offensive. I have never been offensive on the internet because I think it is way too easy for people to be like that when their face is hidden behind a screen and their hateful words can easily be typed before thought or empathy can go into it. I’m also terrified of the internet. That might be a topic one day. This will be the first time that I will just be BAM everything out there in this blog. That’s what I’m like in person. So if you are offended by me because I have my information wrong PLEASE LET ME KNOW. If you are offended by me for some stupid ass reason I DON’T GIVE A SHIT UNFOLLOW ME I’M SURE I’LL SURVIVE. If you think I’m ever out of line for some moral reason I guess you could let me know and I will try to broaden my horizons.
Blah I ran out of things to say so I guess I’ll just post this…
Fun fact about me I have no purely internet friends. I have never met anyone online. I’m too nervous to start up a conversation over chat or whatever and I’m too awkward because I always have a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I’m talking to a robot. I’ve only ever used skype once.