Here we go.

    Insomnia has brought me to you blog, and I think this might be an interesting relationship. As an inspiring writer of sorts in today's world you would think I would of already had one of these. Technology, however, is not my strong point. More of a quill and papyrus kinda gal.

    So here we are, it is past 4 am and I sit here, on my lab top for the third time this week awake way past my desired bed time. This in turn resulted in many bad scribbled poems about a shitty break up and a couple weird drawings. Mostly though I was cruising the internet looking up random information/ mindless bullshit. Very productive.

    There is another reason I am here. Besides sheer bordem, the sad truth is that every day I feel its harder for me to to write. Call it writers block, or whatever. I just don't know what it is. In all honesty I believe I'm scared of what I write. The page intimadates me. It says something real about me, and I amfraid of what that might be.

   The whole reason I started to write was to share my feelings with something in a way, to put it somewhere tangible. I portray myself as a mostly calm collected person on the outside, void of negative emotions 90% of the time. Somewhere that terrible, terrible other me must come out.

    Until recent events I forgot how rewarding writing was, even if you are never that great, or don't write that best selling novel, you have something for yourself, you have that power. Greedy as I am, I want more than just self power, I want to be recognized as at least decent. Blog = great practice/ fun rambling.

    So here we go, I'm gunna put it out there. Whatever I want to say, and I'm saying it and sharing it! In a desperate attempt at self therapy, and perhaps a chance to become a better writer. I'm going to share with you, yes you.
  
     Readers of the inter web, my views on life, silly writings and ramblings. I'm gunna put myself out there where everyone can see. Even though honestly, I'll probably be too afraid to get any one to follow me for at leaast two weeks. But then, then the world shall know!

   


ps. I'm a writer with bad grammar, a oxymoron. Don't judge!