A (pathetic) beginning

I kind of hate blogging.

Now hold on. Before you all run away, let's go into story mode for a moment.

Once, a long time ago I had a blog. A successful one on livejournal when blogging first became a big thing. I was in junior high at the time and talked about pithy things like my horrible parents, writing projects, and whatever I was obsessing about at the time. As a geek, this was often video games and sci-fi shows.

This went on for a long time, but then I went to college, and the blogging switch turned off. My interests were changing, I was meeting new people, and forging relationships on the internet seemed to take so much effort. Being on the computer felt a little like performing.

I missed it though. I tried to start blogging again. Five separate times to varying levels of success. And when I say "varying levels of success," what I really mean is that I fail at life.

And so this blog is a New Year Resolution.

I never make resolutions, so maybe this actually means something. I'm going to keep pretending that for a while. As a young writer, everyone suggests that I start a blog, so it seems like I have a decent reason now. Yeah. Right. The enthusiasm is dripping from your screens, isn't it? Hopefully you'll stick around for the next post.

. . . wish me luck?