Suppose you’re the sort of person who started writing romance novels because you turn to art whenever your life is unhappy or otherwise upset. Suppose you got fired eight months ago and found yourself with considerably more time to write. Suppose you finished your first book six months ago and started querying it. Suppose that querying is a slow, demoralizing process with contradictory rules, unclear expectations, and inconsistent feedback. Suppose you finish two more books while you are waiting and are working on the fourth of the quartet. Suppose that you are still waiting.
Further suppose that you joined a writing server that was randomly suggested on Reddit. Suppose that you met your best writing friend (who has the shockingly poor taste to live across an ocean from you, stunning siren that she is), and with her support, started a writing Instagram. Suppose that you are autistic, and never developed an organic understanding of social media, and yearn for the old school days of posting blocks of text into the void instead.
That was a lot of work, supposing all that. I’m proud of you.
Anyway, here we are, with an honest to goodness blog, here in the big year of [current year]. Welcome.
I am the sort of chaotic millennial who has tried literally every form of scheduling ever developed (do not @ me, bujo people. I’ve tried. Yes I’ve tried the Ryder Carroll method), so I cannot promise you a consistent posting schedule. Nor can I promise you consistent content. The presence or absence of any aesthetic on my part will be up for debate. Not by me, but please, feel free.
I can promise you connection. I can promise you honesty. And I can promise you updates. I hope that’s enough.
You wanna end with something I wrote recently? Too bad, my blog, my rules.
“You will not apologize to anyone for not knowing something you haven’t been taught.”
Next time I’ll tell you about my new piano.
Do good, friends.
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