Tuesday, May 17, 2011

First Ever Blog Post


Let me be honest and say I have no idea what to write. I guess that’s half the reason I’m starting this blog anyway: to keep me writing when I have no idea what to write.

I wish I could be one of those outstanding people who have this cool collected aura about them, like they have everything under control because they’ve seen the future or something and are absolutely determined everything will work out for them. But I’m just a college creative writing student trying to make it in the world.

I’ve always felt like you should have a message when you blog, some common theme that you’re knowledgeable about and want to share with others. Or, you could just be a really interesting person. Unfortunately, I’m not confidant enough to say I’m an expert on anything, and I’m certainly not egotistical enough to tell you I’m any more interesting than anyone else. In fact, I have no idea why you should read my blog over anyone else’s. You probably shouldn’t.

But since you’re still here and still reading, I must be doing something right. Here’s what I do know about myself. I’m a dreamer. I was the kid in the back of high school classes who tuned out the math teacher and instead thought about being able to fly, or falling into some dimensional portal that leads to Middle Earth. I have imagination and it’s one of my greatest assets. I try not to buy into society, what people tell you to say, what they tell you to wear, what they tell you to think… but I also try to listen to everyone. I’ve had friends tell me both that I’m too judging and that I’m too accepting. I’m still trying to find that balance without swaying from one end to the other like a precarious pendulum.

I love to write. I was born to write. I hate letting other people read my writing. It scares me to death. I don’t know why, but it feels like I’ve walked into the lair of a team of mind readers who can see through my ever lie and into my soul. Hopefully, blogging will snap me out of that mindset. I don’t think it’s very healthy for someone whose dream is to be a writer.

So, now that we all know I want to write, some of you are probably wondering (if there is anyone actually reading this), what it is that I want to write about. Well, I’ll get in to more of that later, but in short, I want to write books for teens. Teenage girls in particular. And not the ever-so-popular paranormal romances (which I have nothing against reading, I just don’t write them).  I want to write stories with strong female teenage protagonists that tell coming of age stories where girl’s find their place in the world not through love of a partner, but through discovery and love of themselves.