I got dressed for work and rushed through the house trying not to become any more late than I already was. I ignored my phone ringing on the kitchen counter as I hurriedly prepared my lunch and breakfast for the day.
Plastic grocery store bag filled to capacity with Tupperware perfectly portioned for the days rations, I darted out of the door. I still needed to stop for coffee and lord knows the line to get a triple mocha decaf frappuccino would be ridiculous especially at 7:30 in the morning. I toss my gear onto the passenger seat of my car and start the bumpy ride through my apartment complex. No sooner than I get to the exit gates my cellphone rings again. It was the same caller from earlier and i knew before I even answered the phone what was waiting for me on the other end. I answer and almost immediately regret the decision. By the time I make it to work I’m fighting back tears of frustration and depression.
I sit at my desk and stare at the screen for at least an hour. At first I thought about trying to channel my energy into the book I’ve been trying to write for two months (unrelated). I opened the saved document and closed it almost immediately. I couldn’t bring myself to write a happy scene for my main character when I was struggling to find something to be happy about in general. I opened a few of my archived journal entries and read through a few. There’s enough here to to compose a book, i thought to myself. That’s when the thought popped into my head.
As mentioned, I am currently working on creating a novel and since I am aware of my literary limitations I intend to use this blog as a way to publish my work without the embarrassment of trying to sell it to an uninterested audience. My life and its struggles are no where near entertaining enough to sustain a reader through a book about myself, but a blog would serve it’s purpose for both ventures.
So, after endless searches for what may be the best beginner blogging site and being overwhelmed with the amount of information available, here we are.
Day one, post one of the chronicling of my asinine, over-dramatic, crazy life experience presented to you who dare to try and follow my trail of thoughts.
Buckle-up buttercup, it’s gonna be whatever it turns out to be.