I’ve always wanted to write.
Well, maybe not always. I had a hard time learning to read originally (I was dumb five-year-old, I guess), but once I figured it out, I’d read anything I could get my hands, or at least eyes on. I’m not sure just when the writing part came into play, but reading and writing just seem to go hand in hand, at least in my mind.
Trouble is, even though I kind of focused on English in high school (I am NOT a grammar Nazi, if that isn’t obvious), and in college later, I’ve written very little. Creatively written, that is. I’ve analyzed dozens and dozens of others’ works, but written only a few of my own. In fact, despite the English emphasis, I’ve only had one creative writing course. One. I did pretty well in the class with my three short stories; however, I didn’t really seem to get my points across. For instance, my favorite story about a woman trying to domestically torture her husband into matriarchal submission was acclaimed to be quite humorous. Which was great!… except that I had meant it to be a kind of a horror story. =0(
So, for the purposes of learning, practicing, experimenting, and hopefully entertaining, I decided to try a blog. This is it. Prepare to be amazed. Or run. Run for your life.