It's one thing to give constant status updates on Facebook... or God forbid, Twitter. But to really have the arrogance to assume that anyone gives a rat's ass about what you have to ramble about at length, that is stretching your own self worth, admit it.
But--- apparently a lot of people do just this. It seems that I even have a handful of friends who do this. People whom I respect and who I do not at all consider to be narcissistic attention whores.
That and it's getting to the point where it is impossible for even some one with literary sentimentality as old fashioned as mine has to acknowledge that literature is heading in a very digital direction. (And I won't lie, as someone who loves books, physical ink and paper books, it's a bit heartbreaking to see that change take place). But I'm going to school to be a Fiction Writing major. I'm planning on being a writer as a career. So realistically I should be getting as much experience as a writer by any means possible.
So I've crossed the line of no return and created a blog.
Which I guess means I have to have a topic to write on. Because really, I'm not even going to try to pretend that my day to day life is anywhere near interesting enough to be engrossing reading.
"Dear Readers, I had such a thrilling day!
Woke up, looked at the clock-6:30. Hit the snooze (x3)
7:15 ate a bowl of cereal, 2 cups coffee
shower, more coffee
8-work.... more coffee
12 home. more coffee
I think you get the idea. Unless you really want a detailed description of my daily coffee intake (for the record, bold with vanilla soy cream) I think that a blow by blow would get old really fast. I mean even that little sample up there is hobbling along on a walker by the last line.
A topic. A purpose to this madness that is what I need.
I won't just write about myself here. But I figure that I can write about the issues that I face and the topics that I care about. My life is boring, but I can use the few important bits of my life as a starting point. Writers are always told to write what they know after all.
What do I know about? What do I find importance in based on what I experience in my life? Off the top of my head what are the things that come to mind?
I know what it is like to live with a mental illness.
Gasp! Yes I did just go there.
Yeah, it's really not that huge a thing to come out about. Well it should not be anyway. I am one of nearly 6 million Americans who live with Bi-Polar Disorder.
I know what it is to be a vegan, trying to live a compassionate lifestyle that is true to my morals. And trying to find delicious, fun ways to do that. Which can be an adventure in a very non-vegan world. Hunting down good food, quality clothes and other items that are cruelty free and fit my personal taste. It can be a challenge but it is the right way to live in my mind, and is really not near as difficult as most people think. Anyone can do it!
And I am a lover of literature and a writer. Which is the point of creating a blog. To write! So this could be a venue for me to put out writing, and maybe even get some response if I am very very lucky. Even if that response it to tell me that it is absolute shit, I mean honestly if it is shit I would like to know so that I know what I need to work on to improve.
Well, Dear Reader.
Thank you for taking the time to read these ramblings, I appreciate your patience in humoring me. Feel no obligation to bother doing so in the future, I can honestly say that I have no idea if it will be worth doing so.
But who knows?
Your Reluctantly Self-Indulgent Narrator,
Christa
