Writing. It’s one of those cathartic practices that many people engage in. While not always a means to work out whatever is going on in your mental world, writing often starts this way. Think of the poems most people try to write as pre-teens. Angst-filled, overtly emotional, semi-rhymed verse that often gets characterized as “whining” these early forms of writing are most peoples first experience with letting their private mental world out. For the person who has a love for it, it can become an obsession.
I decided when I was 12 that I wanted to be a novelist. While that hasn’t yet come to pass, I have surrounded myself around the written word since then. Presently, I am pursuing an advanced degree in literary studies from a, I suppose, quasi-prestigious university. Mostly though, I am just finding myself in love with the written word.
I’ve had a couple blogs before, one that lays dormant and one that I post on fairly regularly. This is another attempt by myself to create a blog that will be a vehicle for my writings. Or thoughts. Or to just engage in that cathartic practice I talked about before. You might not find a whole lot of commonality between the posts, but then again you might. We’ll just have to see how this goes.
With that said, I want to say that I see myself as both an extension of and not composed of whatever I write. When it comes to personal blogging, We all are putting ourselves out there, but there is always more to the one posting the writing. We are/not what we write, and I think this is the beautiful, enlightening thing about the written word. Hope you all enjoy my mental wanderings on this blog!