This, this question/statement is by far, the weirdest, most awkward question I’ve ever been asked. This is literally how I feel when I inform people about my writings.
It’s weird. To be honest, I started this blog because of a class I took in college. It turned out to be one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. It’s scary putting yourself out there. As our first due date approached, I got over my fear and life completely changed.
I loved writing. Instead of writing once a week, I wrote 3 or 4 times a week. I was hooked. I’ve always been a very private person and I have a really hard time opening up to people, but for some reason writing helped me cope with life. I’ve always had journals but my thoughts worked too fast for a pen and paper.
This is my blog. It’s truly my online diary. There’s something about putting myself out there that keeps my spirit alive. In my own way, it’s me speaking to the universe. I don’t write to please other people. I don’t write to get sponsors or try and become famous. I write because my soul comes alive when I’m done with a sentence.
One of my goals in life is to be on the New York Time’s Best Seller’s List. I am a writer. I have aspirations of becoming a published writer, but for now, I’m not stressing over a misspelled word or having my blog be too personal, because that’s what it is, it’s personal.