Announcement: My Blog’s Purpose and “Living Life”

When you’re just starting out everything is exotic, like an explorer charting out newly discovered land. Years of dreaming, months of research, and then weeks of implementation all start to merge together until you have finally spit something out that you can be proud of.

Well, at least it’s a start.

My blog is going to be a collection of announcements/updates when something exciting happens, fiction stories of various length, and any thoughts of mine that need a voice.

My previous post was the first entry in a series of vignettes based on little scenes that I happen to witness or be a part of IRL. It’s going to serve as a writing exercise for me and a readable thing for you. So a win, win. The idea for the vignettes came to me when I recalled an incident that had happened last week. My mother, fortunately, had a sudden need for the house to be neater, and her daughter (me), unfortunately, had all her notebooks, books and random sheets of paper (with important stuff written on them) placed ever so haphazardly (yet purposefully) all over the place. Needless to say I was irked in having to move all. the. stuff.

I thought my response was appropriate. “Mom… I’m living my life!” She looked at me and I looked at her. I could have just unleashed a flood of Looks (you know the disapproving mom stare) and commentary (or lack there of which is worse) but then, we both started to laugh. She liked my response… and so the vignette series was born. Although, I still had to move all. the. stuff.

Though it’s not perfect, its my own little space that I did all on my own. Can only go out from here. I mean who’s even reading this now? Hello, Whoever You Are. Are you ready for this trip?

So, the adventure begins. Let’s go.

Living Life #1 (a collection of vignettes)

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You’re sitting down at a desk, outside the window there are clouds for miles and the sky is threatening to rain, but you’re inside so honestly it’s not really bothering you. What’s really skulking around in your mind is the blank computer screen you’re staring at and you’re wondering the universal question what the heck do I do now?

Then your mind starts getting really dicy. You think to yourself that this really isn’t a desk your sitting at but a fold out table with water stains smeared across the surface. You realize that it’s actually raining now and man the window is open and now you’re getting wet and there are more stains on the desk/table now. “Tablesk.” The scrambled word falls involuntarily, and you have some regret. Your throat makes a choking sound.

But you’re laughing. No regret. The laugh eases into a smile because finally you found something to put down. You’re a writer.

So, you write.