Can I confess something to you?
…I hate blogging.
I know that makes no sense. I’m a writer. Blogging is writing. So, I’m supposed to like it, right? But I’ve never been a talk-out-loud kind of girl. For example, I still have my diary from 6th grade. It was Lisa Frank–the third best kind with the mermaids talking on their ‘shell phones’…I liked the ponies second, and the dolphins, naturally, were the best…but hey, my aunt got me the mermaids and who was I to complain-? At least it was Lisa Frank–and do you know how many entries I’ve written from age 11 to 25?
Three. And the last one was two sentences long. I’m just not good at it. I like to say everything inside of me by writing stories. Blogs are so hard. Just blah blah blah…this hapened…blah blah. And most of the time I feel like I’m talking to no one, which is hilarious because technically the whole internet can hear me rambling.
So why do I do this?
Idk. People say I need to blog if I’m serious about my work. And I am. And I do like actually conversing with people. So…
Guess I just want to be honest tonight ’cause I’m feeling indie and awesome and like I can say whatever the h-word I want 😉
Okay, now go buy my books!!