I’ve been writing most of my life in the form of journals, diaries, short stories, and scribbles. If you’re anything like me, you’ve probably come across old journals and could barely decipher what in the world you were trying to convey. Legibility of handwriting, coherent thought, or otherwise.
Inhabiting this earth for just 27 years and have seen, felt, and experienced a world of emotions already. This blog will be for personal use and if others want to read and learn about me, all the better. Some of the content may be unsettling, depressing, confusing, or outlandish to say the least. Lots of laughs and hilarity too, more than just morose words streamed together through tears. However, the calluses on my fingers are starting to burn from writing with the archaic pen and paper. The rough and swollen bumps on my thumb and ring fingers have inspired me to use this electronic form to express myself and tell some of my stories.
For so long I have resisted literature via led screen. Countless arguments with the “nook” representatives at Barnes and noble, friends, and Amazon ads(the last one in my head)on how there is nothing like the feel of a paper book in your hands. Currently, I’m reading the first book of the Dune series and loving it. That gem of a book is in the rich and satisfying paper appearance I am deeply attached to.
Yet here I am, writing electronically and it doesn’t feel too bad.