About

So, I’ve rediscovered this blog recently. Which means that some of the stuff on here is, frankly, outdated (and occasionally makes me cringe). The following is the ‘About Me’ I wrote years ago. I’m keepin’ it up. It feels like a little time capsule into myself at that point in my life. And that’s a fun view to keep around, no?


I’m getting a degree in creative writing–or as my engineer friends call it, arts and crafts. It sucks, but I am impressively inept at everything else.

Despite the emotional/brooding/starving artist stereotype, wannabe writers are people too. And we vary like regular people do, believe it or not. I’m a very private, unemotional person. The idea of sharing my writing or personal thoughts with my friends is terrifying. Helluva writer, huh? Unpublished, unemployed, and clinging desperately to how well I did on the SATs years ago, my only claim to actually being a writer would be starvation if I didn’t eat a lot of take-away french fries.

I’ve been asked for years for a link to my blog. It’s expected, and I guess that’s why I rebelled so long. That and laziness. Aren’t you a writer? Fuck off. But I did get inspired and from the most unexpected place. Something clicked. For the first time, I wanted to try this blog business. My experience may follow the pattern of the hundreds of diaries sitting in my childhood home’s attic, first few pages filled with promises of future entries that would not be. Commitment. Tough stuff. Or, I could get into it. Crazier things have happened.

I was inspired by the calorie count website. Yes, I count calories. No, I don’t count calories after midnight or in the form of alcohol. In any case, I recommend the site even if you’re not into obsessing over the nutrients in your panini. There’s this forum where people post a report from their day. The original concept was probably to share with family and friends how well you ate and exercised, etc. But it’s public. And people interact–strangers interact. I got addicted to reading the posts. People write the most personal information in short, grammatically painful bursts. Death, divorce, kids, parents, illness–all the usual stuff. But there’s this underlying theme of insecurity. They talk about being fat. Wanting to be skinny. Cravings, clothes fitting, clothes not fitting, nostalgia for their past bodies, desire for bodies they never had. And they tie being fat into these profound traumatic experiences. Like the anniversary of a mother’s death making you want to eat cake. It’s incredible. No ulterior motives. No long analysis of how they really feel. Just honesty. I want to be like that. Just honest.

So, here I am. Sharing is caring. Strangers are my first step to being a more transparent person. I don’t know what I’ll say. I don’t know if I have anything to say. I’m a quirky person. I’m a weird person. I’m a creep, I wish I was special, etc. Read me. Respond to me. Ignore me. I think the act of putting something out there is all I really want from this. So, here’s another entry into the ether–into the blogosphere. I’ve conformed at longggggg last. Shhhhhh–don’t tell anyone. I probably owe someone money for caving.


So, update. Did I write the Great American Novel?

Ha, working on that.

I’ve been working in international development in a variety of developing countries. I write in my free time. I go for hikes. I cook chicken. I do life stuff and think about writing the Great American Novel someday. Or Great American Novel someday. We’ll see about that.

What’s this blog? A relic of my past that I may or may not revive. At the moment, reviving is happening. For now, feel free to enjoy what is and look forward to what could be, I suppose.

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51 thoughts on “About

      1. aww thanks! I’m still a bit unnerved by that one. I’m trying to write the real email right now actually. And by ‘trying to write’ I mean ‘reading blogs and fb chatting’…

  1. You’ve a long journey ahead. Don’t fret too much about that email…. you can always write another. Life will not end tomorrow. But you are a good writer, start being proud.

  2. Thanks for liking mine! Yours looks interesting, so am about to click ‘follow’. I see from your photo that you’re a guitar player – me too, though still very much in the learning curve.

    1. Yeah but the learning curve is the most fun place to be! I taught myself and I spent so long matching youtube tutorials to my own fingers. It’s a blast, even if you don’t sound like hendrix 🙂

    1. hahahaha so true! Don’t worry–someday calculators will replace them and we’ll get paid to write the commercial jingles. We’ll always have that on computers 🙂

    1. Oh wow thank you so much! I’m touched 🙂
      I just went to your blog but couldn’t find the specific post… I’ll check back soon to look again. Darn technology. So difficult to navigate these days…

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  5. haha this is GREAT! exactly how I feel about my writing. I have never given my friends a link to my blog, my small following is all strangers. I will be reading… 🙂

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  7. Loved reading about your inspiration to blog. So true about strangers interacting; we all just want to connect with one another. You have a unique voice and I look forward to reading more of your posts! Keep it up!

    1. Thank you! Glad you feel the same. It’s been really interesting reading the various takes on anonymous blogging. Such a strange interface. The world has never really had anything like it…

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