Just "Writing This Shit Down".

I've been batting around the idea of a blog since 2007. This whole time, I've been pretending that I don't have one because I'm being anti-conformist or something. If I'm being brutally honest, I find myself generally bored with a lot of my families' blogs and I feel pressured to read them. I didn't want to subject others to this kind of pressure. It's like, I really could care less if little Timmy took his first shit in the "big person's" potty. Hopefully, we all conquer that obstacle in our development and continue to use this skill until we have to get our diapers changed again.

Also, your salsa garden makes me feel ashamed of my neglected, weed ridden plots of dirt. Your weight loss journey doesn't motivate me, it just makes me want to eat cheese and drink bacon grease. I hope to never meet your grandkids as most small children tempt me to rip out my uterus with a wire hanger. And health blogs are the worst! After I'm done reading them I'm certain I'm a delusional schizophrenic with eye ball cancer caused by some undiagnosed degenerative terminal disease.

So, generally, I ignore most of the blogs written by people I know and love. Being the terrible human being that I am, if I were to write this hypothetical personal blog, I would have some kind of emotional double standard. After each new post, I would stand at anyone's door ringing the bell insistently yelling, "Comment on my blog post! It's fucking brilliant!"

Welp, To make a long blog post short(ish), I have to say I FINALLY found a place where I belong. As a semi-creative type, I find that I've attempted innumerable outlets for said creativity i.e. Dancing (ridiculous amounts of dancing, which I still haven't given up), musical instruments, theater, poetry (a brief and pathetic trip into "emo" land set to perfect meter), herbalism, "new age" what-not's, etc. With every attempt to immerse myself into these new pursuits and the "worlds" within which they exist, I found only one thread of consistency. I could bullshit my way through them all, the entire time feeling like some kind of empathetic voyeur. Later, I would come home and spill characterizations and observations into some kind of semblance of a sexy plot line like the one's I read. in 2010, I finally committed myself to what I wanted to be... A Romance Novelist.

I recently started immersing myself in my local chapter of RWA or "Romance Writer's of America". They're constantly sending out links to their various blog posts and I thought to myself, "I need to get to know these ladies... so, what the hell, I'll give these blogs a try." Well, I guess what I've been trying to get to this whole time is: I LOVE reading about writers! It stands to reason that writers would be good bloggers, but there is something fundamentally different about romance novelists, especially. I think we take in the world through a different scope.

I found myself in the living room of a dear friend and critique partner while we celebrated our RWA Nano wrap up. Surrounded by about a dozen ladies who've all known each other longer than I have, and yet l instantly felt at home. Which is rare. It was because, these ladies, as unique and wonderful as they each are, UNDERSTAND and accept my eccentricities because they ALL have some of their own! We wrote goals for our next year down, and mine was to start a blog. Their unanimous advice was to just "write shit down!"

So, here I be. Writing shit down. Thanks ladies for your support and encouragement. I hope to join your ranks as I write about well... writing.