As I write this opening post, I have not a clue what it is that my blog shall be about, and which direction, out of the many millions that it may take.
To introduce myself: I am 18, though will not be forever. I profoundly like books, music, poetry, art, peach iced tea, coffee, winter, the colour blue, epiphanies, short-lived ideas and long lived plans, and a myriad of other curiosities. I dislike clowns, early mornings, sarcasm, avocadoes and hot hot days.
I wonder if this will be read at all, by anyone…anyone? But I know with a heavy heart that it will likely not be and my rants are directed at fathomless air. Nonetheless, my blog shall be a blog to welcome in the Spring, and send summer off and good riddance. A blog of poppies and snow, lavender and eyelashes. Of euphonious gamines with bubblegum hair, and wild-eyed tyrants with nothing to say.
I wonder if this will be read at all, by anyone…anyone? But I know with a heavy heart that it will likely not be and my rants are directed at fathomless air. Nonetheless, my blog shall be a blog to welcome in the Spring, and send summer off and good riddance. A blog of poppies and snow, lavender and eyelashes. Of euphonious gamines with bubblegum hair, and wild-eyed tyrants with nothing to say.
Like flowers in a bed of hail, or a game of scrabble lost. Or the brightest of reds, seen only at the right time of day. An afternoon picnic, clad in boaters and scarves, or the longest road, with a twist at the end. Like a dive bomb mid-splash and a rain-soaked view, this blog is a bit of everything. A mish-mash of oddities and carbuncles and delights. Who knows, someone may even read it.
Now after that rather ambitious beginning, lets see where this goes. I’m curious.
2 comments:
You might not be 18 forever but I can tell you I will be 3 until doomsday. How bold, it makes me cackle. I read this to Kahli, she wanted me to get the dictionary, what can I say? Well I am her daughter. I hope you sleep better now knowing someone, anyone, has read your very bold venture. Hope there is more to come, and my oh my what a lovely photograph it looks just like a painting. Here's to praying you get an interesting comment from someone passing by.
If it adds any encouragement I read this, too. :) And even if no one did read it, keep it up. You're a good writer, and I find that writing releases so much that it's always worth doing.
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