I started this blog with very modest intentions. I wanted a place to publish my own work, with no confines or judgment.
The moment I looked down at my lined paper sometime in my toddler years and realized that I could write the word “cat,” I knew my life would be changed forever. It blew my mind at the time that I had acquired a whole new method of communication; it surpassed the amazement that I felt when I first learned how to read by a long stretch.
Prior to the blog, I had written papers in school. I had written short stories and made several attempts at writing novels, all futile and exhausting. I made multiple confidential blogs that ranged from personal rants, secret identities, and angsty teenage posts. I was on a roll.
Come fall of 2012, I was feeling expressive. It was junior year, one of the toughest of them all. I remember one day I was feeling particularly down about life, so I took out a piece of paper and made like a proper English student – I free-wrote for 20 minutes or so.
I left and got a cup of pudding – I remember this vividly.
I came back, looked down at the once-blank sheet and felt rather satisfied by the words that I had haphazardly spilled onto the page; ink swirls, exclamation points, scratched out words.
I loved that feeling of writing what I felt, but I yearned to write for an audience. I logged onto my computer and searched for writing prompts, and started a list that is still ongoing today.
I thought long and hard about what I wanted to call the blog; I finally settled and am still satisfied today. I contemplated about whether I wanted to let people know about it. I figured that if I were to go through with this whole thing, the significant portion of my audience and support would come through people who knew me patiently. And yet, I was scared of so many things; judgment topped the list.
At a time when I was very wary of myself, I am still amazed that I managed to gather what confidence I had and go through with the whole thing.
I wrote my first post in October, and published it with doubt and self-consciousness. I told very few people that I had done such a thing,
But then… I became more open. I decided that I would probably get more support than judgment, and that if I faced open, brutal judgment, that I would accept it. Critics are welcome to themselves…
So I started this blog with the intention of documenting my progress as a writer, for two types of audiences. The first is full of those who know me personally; they never would have expected that I wrote all of these posts because I probably don’t act like this in real life; but it’s a comedic surprise all the same.
The second is comprised of people from all over the world who happened to stumble upon my blog somehow. This group of people has no right to judge me; you don’t know me, and I don’t know you. Your criticism will be taken as criticism, and your praise will be taken as praise. The most valuable feedback is advice on writing, because my goal is to draw a varied audience.