Why Start A Blog?
Well, to be perfectly honest I resisted the idea of staring a blog for a long time. But I’m trying to justify my alcohol consump-ahem, gain “legitimacy” as an author, and everywhere I looked and everyone I talked to said blogging was a must. Something about proving you can create readership and come up with original content on a regular basis or something.
Well, now that I’ve started blogging, I kind of like it. I recently graduated from college, and I actually miss writing academic papers. Blogging lets me get that out and also provides a platform for my creative fiction. Because it is public, it gives me a form of accountability that I don’t have when just writing in a notebook (I can do a writing exercise tomorrow). To keep my procrastination in check, I now make up deadlines for myself. It’s great practice for the real world, right down to writing a blog post five minutes before midnight.
What’s This Blog Even About?
Oh, God only knows. I couldn’t come up with a theme because, well, I’m interested in a lot of things and I want to write about all of them. I am interested in how my perspective of the world as a woman is different then that of a man’s. I’m interested in the intersection of race, class, and gender in regards to oppression, privilege, and the media. I love science, and I dream of writing easy to understand scientific articles. I’ve also got this weird obsession with creationism, because it’s this fascinating subculture I began to run into in high school. At the time, I didn’t know exactly what they believed, but I could tell their anti-evolution arguments were bogus. Now that I’m older, I know what was wrong with their arguments. So, it’s about my own personal opinions, with some science thrown in, and every Friday you’ll get to suffer through what I call fiction.
Because they are the greatest animals in the universe. That’s not debatable. They’re older then trees. Trees. Plus, I have no idea what I was thinking when I decided to get into this whole freelance writing thing, and some days I feel like I’m drowning. Diving with sharks is what I’d rather be doing every day that I’m not in scuba gear.
Do You Have Any Idea What You’re Doing?
Why Call It A FAQ When We All Know You Wrote These Questions Yourself?
Because I am looking into the future and circumventing having to ever answer any other smart ass questions! Plus, FAQ’s are like… professional and shit.