So I can't believe how beset with angst I've been over how to start my blog. I like words, love them in fact. I like writing, love it in fact, so what's the prob?
Turns out I'm totally shy. Revelation! Never even secretly suspected this, which is why, in the spirit of honesty I'm forced to give it a rethink. Yeah, it turns out this might be more about worrying what you think of me. Gasp, isn't worrying about how you come across a bit last decade? I'm sure I read somewhere that now it's supposed to be all about the: this is me - deal with it.
'Fession: I don't want to be dealt with. I want to make a good impression. So, yeah, before I hit the submit button I was totally taking one last cursory look around, checking the ambience and wondering what my space said about me whilst searching through troughs of trivia to check whether anyone had actually died from a bad case of butterflies. Or even a good one.
I guess this space doesn't have much to say for itself at the moment but I'm hoping one day it'll say I'm published *pauses to gaze off into space as familiar dream sequence starts* I'm thinking thats a ways off yet. Got to put in the hard yards first. Got to learn and practice and hone and master and battle first. Oh, and do the whole holding-on-to-the-faith thing.
It's all a bit tricky, but I'm game.
In the meantime I'm sure there'll be plenty of ponderings on life et al along the way. And if all that gets a bit boring, and because I believe whole heartedly in the power of a Plan B, I will simply post some eye-popping eye-candy. I know - reducing things to that level seems so tawdry. Unless of course you write romance, then it's completely, utterly, perfectly acceptable. Indeed, after doing some research into the matter, it's a bit of a must.
Turns out I'm totally shy. Revelation! Never even secretly suspected this, which is why, in the spirit of honesty I'm forced to give it a rethink. Yeah, it turns out this might be more about worrying what you think of me. Gasp, isn't worrying about how you come across a bit last decade? I'm sure I read somewhere that now it's supposed to be all about the: this is me - deal with it.
'Fession: I don't want to be dealt with. I want to make a good impression. So, yeah, before I hit the submit button I was totally taking one last cursory look around, checking the ambience and wondering what my space said about me whilst searching through troughs of trivia to check whether anyone had actually died from a bad case of butterflies. Or even a good one.
I guess this space doesn't have much to say for itself at the moment but I'm hoping one day it'll say I'm published *pauses to gaze off into space as familiar dream sequence starts* I'm thinking thats a ways off yet. Got to put in the hard yards first. Got to learn and practice and hone and master and battle first. Oh, and do the whole holding-on-to-the-faith thing.
It's all a bit tricky, but I'm game.
In the meantime I'm sure there'll be plenty of ponderings on life et al along the way. And if all that gets a bit boring, and because I believe whole heartedly in the power of a Plan B, I will simply post some eye-popping eye-candy. I know - reducing things to that level seems so tawdry. Unless of course you write romance, then it's completely, utterly, perfectly acceptable. Indeed, after doing some research into the matter, it's a bit of a must.
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