I write for a living. Not as a writer-writer, but my job requires a great deal of writing. Sadly, most of it is not fun. — Enter blog —
This endeavor is mostly a writing exercise for me, but it’s lovely when other people read it and comment on it. In fact, I kind of get excited when I hear from people. And I find I might get new ideas from comments, so please feel free, so long as you’re not spamming me or telling me you think I suck.
(I do accept constructive criticism.)
I learned to read when I was four, and I remember my first deep, profound thought coming at the age of six. No, really, I do. I was looking out the front window of my house, thinking about the fact that my family was moving, and how sad I felt that I would be “far away” from the people I knew. Cue navel-gazing. I was pretty much
screwed set from then on. This blog will not focus on any one topic, unless you count my random musings as a topic. I can never predict what a day’s writing or thinking will bring. Sometimes it will be funny. (I hope.) Sometimes it will be serious and intense. Like me.
I am deliberately anonymous, but I will be connected, so if you care to comment on anything, I will read and reply. If you must know for purposes of perspective, I am a woman, I am happy if sardonic, and I live Somewhere On The Eastern Seaboard.
What you read is who I am. I hope you like me.