“Where the fuck am I going with any of this?” This is the
question that remains constant. I am writing this statement, a failed blog left
behind and a new one to start. How do I use and where will I take it? Will I be
selfish when I ask you to guide me on this writing expedition? Are you here for
amusement or are you here to direct me in this forum?
It’s been suggested to me that in order to be a writer, I need
to actually write. Well shit, here goes. I am a writer. I rant and I cry as I
type some words on a page. I bitch about my problems, and whine about my
weight. I am a writer, because my fingers can pound a keyboard and complete a
sentence. I am a writer because I own a computer and I use Microsoft word. I am
a writer because my boyfriend bought me a set of red German notebooks and a
fancy pen. I am a writer because I have a lot of shit to say.
I am not published,
and I am many times rejected. But I am a writer. I am here to amuse you, and
use you. And maybe, after sticking to this, after publishing a blog or two,
maybe I will get the hang of this. And then maybe, you too will call me a
writer.
What are you, and why are you here?
