I am in love with writing. I mean, I think I am. We’re in the puppy love, honeymoon phase where we need to really need to get to know each other. Middle names and bad habits and how loudly they breathe when they sleep. I don’t even know writings favourite colour. It’s make or break time.
I never valued creative writing when I was exposed to it throughout school. I think I was too busy being competitive and trying to prove my self-worth and how can you do that when there’s no black and white, right and wrong? I stuck to maths and science, where no one could argue that I wasn’t good enough. Of course, that’s not strictly true. There is always room to be below your own standards if your standards are astronomical. I started to understand the magic in writing last year when I began studying public relations and journalism at uni. I found that it gave me a buzz and a sense of fulfilment I had never got with formulas or academic essays. I was proud of my work. Although I was scared to show it to others for fear of judgment, I felt like my pieces were well thought out and had a natural flow to them which would draw readers in. Being genuinely proud of something I had created gave me a new confidence in myself that I honestly didn’t know I was missing. Still, I hadn’t considered taking this out of the classroom until recently. I didn’t have direction.
It was my teacher friend who suggested that I start writing purely for my own amusement. He studied philosophy and maths and has such an interesting understanding of the world. When we meet, we talk, barely stopping to breathe, about the world, people, how thing’s affect us and how we can progress personally. I’ve always been a good talker, I have a lot to say, and a few people throughout my life have suggested I write a book but I never took it seriously. My teacher friend was the first person who really made me think of that idea as a possibility. That conversation was a few months ago and since then I’ve sat with the idea and let it sink in and now I can solidly say I have a new dream; one day I will write a book.
Let’s be realistic though. I have never written for the sake of writing and I have never written about myself or my own thoughts. I’m going to start small. Of course, when I told people I was thinking of starting my own blog everyone had an opinion. A mass of advice that sounded like they were writing their own “100 tips on how to blog” blog. It made me realise that I take in people’s opinions like a high school cheerleader begging for applause sometimes. I need to step back and be that kid dressed in black on the benches that doesn’t give a fuck about what anyone else thinks. So, if you’re wondering what my blog will be about then I can’t tell you. Thing’s that matter to me, things that happen to me and things that make me think. That’s as much as I can say right now. Let’s see what happens…
Welcome to my blog. And by the way, I hate the word blog.