For years now, I’ve toyed with the idea of starting a blog. I imagine it could turn out to be an excellent creative outlet, but I’ve always resisted. Do I really want to release all my genius into the blogosphere? What if someone steals my words, calling them their own and using them for a greater, higher paying purpose? Don’t people only blog because they think they’re just oh so special? I don’t want to seem narcissistic.
Well, this semester I’m taking a Creative Non-fiction course and a portion of my grade will be based on the creation and up-keep of this, my very own blog. What a gift!
I’ll be able to practice a kind of writing which is completely new to me, and for an actual (albeit small) audience. I expect I’ll learn a lot; not only about writing, but I’ll learn about myself. In this, my first entry, I’ve already realized how foolish my thinking was in resisting to blog in the past. I didn’t want to seem full of myself, but my “reasons” not to blog were more outlandishly conceited than any post I could publish.
So anyway, I’m pretty excited to see what it’s like to write (vaguely) publishable work on a regular basis. A preview of what life could be like after capturing one of those magazine dream jobs—you know, one of those jobs that the realist within seems to try so hard to push from consciousness...
