If you’ve known me for longer than 10 minutes, you probably know I’m a writer. And if you haven’t known me for 10 minutes, well, now the cat’s out of the bag.
I realized yesterday, after a cup of coffee and a depressing walk through Chapters, that the majority of people who know I write have never read a single piece of my work, because I’ve never shared a single piece of my work. How lame is that?
So, consequently, I’m starting a blog. The idea has been kicking around in the back of my brain for over a year now, but I’ve been neglecting it, due to my nagging fear of sharing my thoughts. I don’t know what it is about writing, but there’s something so intimidating about the idea of someone else reading your inner dialogue. Maybe it’s the human fear of sucking. Maybe it really is an embarrassing thing to wear your heart (or your brain) on your sleeve. Or maybe I’m just weird.
But fearful or not, I’m sick to death of keeping everything I write to myself, so here it is. A blog. I have a few plans for this little nook, including some of my “stories under a hundred words”, things I’ve learned from kids, and most importantly, some personal anecdotes about wandering through this university-life thing. I hope somebody enjoys this blog, this little part of my funny brain I’m forcing myself to put on the internet.
So, stay tuned. (I guess that’s what bloggers say?)
