Just a Blog

Writing is hard. Its also very ballsy, especially in such a public forum as the internet of all things....can't get much more public than that...unless you went on tv - which people then post on the internet.

Hmm...

I like to write. I like to write about what I know, as they say. Something tells me, whoever first gave that piece of advice to aspiring writers knew a thing or two about writers block. My case of writers block has been plauging me ever since I first learned how to read and write. When I was little, I was dying to learn how to read. I used to look at print and think "wow what does that say!" Then, once I had all the tools, I began wanting to write stories. Unfortunately for me, my stories were so fanciful that I never could finish them. I'd invent Epics in my young mind that no child could actually pen onto paper without failing horribly in a papery pool of suck.

I gave up around 13, dwadled at it durring my teen years, then rehashed it a bit in college. But the delugue of term papers sidelined my creativity for a good 5 years. (Yeah, I slacked).

But now, armed with 24 years of die-hard-not-writing-experience, I'm back in the game! Woo! Victory Shall be Mine!

Alas, a blog! I used to think these things were silly. Then I began to stumble onto some real winners of blogs. Vastly interesting, amazingly insightful. They were little pixle windows into the lives of strangers. I would read posts and updates of favorite bloggers, and it always impressed me just how kind and...alive and human these people were. People from all parts of the country - Utah, Alaska, Pennslyvania, North Carolina. Each person had something to say. EVERYONE has something to say. We are all writers. The difference is only in who writes and who thinks about writing.

This blog is meant to be a writing experiement. I am going to write, as often as I can (as long as I remember), about my day to day existance. This is a personal project to see who I am, what my reflections are, perhaps what hidden interests I have, hidden fears, noteable memories that create themselves as the days and months and years wear by. This blog is my attempt at writing, writing about me - my story. The Story of Sara.