Its taken me an hour to write this post. And probably a solid week or two to decide whether to start this blog in the first place.
I fail at making decisions, and even more so when it comes to my writing.
So this is a blog by a twenty-something writer going into her junior year at a university in New Hampshire. I’m far from the rainy city I call home that includes my mom, and my beagle, Whitaker.
I want to give myself a chance to explore and reflect. Writing has always been therapeutic. I’m not quite sure what stopped me from maintaining some kind of diary over the years. Instead, I used the pages of blank spiral notebooks to interrupt my fictional drabbles with heartbroken words and stream of conscious ramblings.
Maybe this will be a risk I’ll regret, but life is short, and I should stop regretting things I’ve done.
I’ve learned more from doing crazy things.