It’s been about three years since the creation of this blog, and we’ve had quite an on-again-off-again relationship. It was originally created as a way for me to vent and stretch my creative legs at the same time. Following a two year break, it became a place for me to dump all of my facebook statuses that I thought were pretty damn clever (they’re not, but I still think they are, which is why they’re still around if you want to look at them). It only took me another year after that to realize that I’m beginning to find joy in writing itself. Which terrifies me.
I swore off writing as a sixth grader (the first year we had “papers”), and have faithfully renewed my vows every year following. TEN YEARS LATER, I was in my last semester of my last year of college, when I thought I’d sign up for a creative non-fiction class. I swooned for, I obsessed over, I went bonkers for that class. Turns out, creative writing is very different from paper writing. You can write about yourself all day long, and people will read it. Self-centered writing–my kind of thing.
That’s where my troubles began. I graduated from college a few months later with a goddamn Biochemistry degree, accompanied by a mortal fear of laboratory work and all things graduate school. No writing experience was involved. Unless you count filling pages and pages with scientific jargon to cover up the fact that I never actually accomplished anything in my lab. I don’t.
Now I need help. If I want to do this writing thing, I’m going to need some serious feedback. If you have time, please take a minute to give me constructive criticism on what you read. If there is something you don’t like or a way that I can make my writing better, please, please, please tell me. I can take it. I realize using a blog for feedback isn’t the most conventional way of doing things, but it’s the most I can do for now. I’ve had three years to tell friends and family about this blog, and I still haven’t so much as whispered about it in my sleep. Yes, I’m a huge coward, and yes, my confidence in my writing is rock bottom. Now help me! Maybe I can take this thing somewhere. Maybe.**
My first and most obvious flaw is that I love to write about myself. It’s easy! I know every detail, and I don’t have to do a single shred of research. Sweet deal. So that’s where I’m starting, and just know that I’m working on branching out. Kind of (my second flaw is my reliance on parenthetical phrases, but you’ll never take that away from me–never!!).
Thanks for your time.
Update: I’m now working on developing my skills as a “computer scientist.” I put that in quotes because right now I’m less like a scientist and more like an idiot who is trying to understand computers and failing miserably. Nonetheless, I decided it might be a good field to get to know. If it works out, it will definitely be more lucrative than writing, but as I’m still in the crash-and-burn stage, I’ve got a ways to go before the cash starts rolling in. Like “I’m in in an unknown location in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and I’m trying to swim to Australia” ways to go. I’ve got a whole category on this site dedicated to all the dumb things I do while trying to doggy-paddle my way out of this mess. Check it out if you feel like it.
**I think about probability a lot. The probability of this blog propelling me to fame and wealth (or even to a new career) is so close to zero that it’s pretty much zero. But I still hope for it (and I suspect there’s a lot of bloggers who do the same), even though I’m doing absolutely nothing to promote my blog. Hooray for lack of common sense!