Now that I've graduated, I may never be forced to write something substantial ever again.
This terrifies me, so I'm starting another blog to try to keep me writing.
And thinking.
And writing for an audience,
which serves a different purpose than my private journaling, the type of writing that usually ends up looking like an incoherent vomit-mess of emotions, set to cursive. The kind of frenzied self-expression that is just "too raw" to bother with the lesser details of attractive composition or, well, any kind of readerly understandable composition. Journaling isn't my trying to hone a craft; journaling is a coping mechanism.
But I want to hone a craft, and I'm no longer being held accountable by anyone to hone this craft, and I reeeeeally don't want to have peaked intellectually/artistically in undergrad, so blog I must!
My name is Sara, and I'm a post-graduate.
More daunting than that new ID, I was also one of those rotten English majors who only chose that major because she "wanted to learn things" and "loved to read."
Apparently there's no money or laid out lifeplan in that?
And now I'm hoping to retain that love and find new accountability partners for writing in this seemingly maddening (and potentially impoverished) time of great change. So:
Let's analyze,
Let's emote,
Let's create,
Let's blog this thing!
