In the interest of discipline and acting like an adult professional, I’ve decided it’s time to adopt a real blog (you know, the kind where I talk about work and stuff, rather than just reminiscing about lyrical-but-open-ended things that happened years ago). My plan is to keep an account of my writing progress, complete with rants and thoughts and updates—all the good stuff. I may, let’s face it, go off on tangents about books I love, because I do that a lot in real life. I may talk expansively about literary criticism and theory (but probably not). My existing plan is simply to solidify my ideas pertaining to writing and then Write Them Down.

My dossier:

I am a blatant product of academia, who has, for years, secretly nurtured a love affair with genre fiction.
I have worked as an editorial assistant, a teaching assistant, and for the PR department at my university, as well as putting in more than five years as a Lab Technician at a photo shop.
I have a deep fascination with anatomy and botany. Also, horror movies.
I’m good at soccer, violent video games, and making very flaky pie pastry.
I’m bad at dancing, making decisions, and inspiring confidence as an authority figure (I think this is because I am short, and also terrible at sounding as though I have any idea what I’m talking about).
I was homeschooled until the ninth grade, which has probably affected my world view in ways I can’t fathom.

For those who read —, I am not abandoning that particular journal (although honestly, I tend to abandon it for months at a time anyway), but I plan to be more attentive to this one.

This is my chance to keep a real record of what I’m doing, so I’m going bite the bullet.
I’m going to buckle down.
I’m going to give it a shot.