I’ve decided to join a challenge hosted by BlogHer, which is kind of a big deal to me.
They’re like the popular kids.
Anyway, the thing is this: every day of a given month, you post to your blog. And it’s a themed thing, but I’m pretty sure that if one day you want to say something off topic then you’re not shunned totally.
So the theme for this month is fiction.
I have to admit, I’ve always pictured myself (or the eventual author version of myself) as a storyteller…and to the version of me who lives in my brain, that has always = fiction.
I love the idea of creating a world of my own. People who are the way I picture them in my head. Who do what I make them do for no reason other than because I willed it so.
I realize that sounds a bit demented. I don’t totally mean it that way. But maybe just a little. I never claimed to be normal.
Anyway, I’ve really been attempting the whole book writing author thing lately, and I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe at this point in my life, fiction is not my bag.
This presents a problem, given that I’ve chosen to embark on this new post every day for a month thing where the topic is fiction.
But I decided to do it anyway. Because I’m ballsy. I’m daring.
And hey, maybe it’ll be fun.
I apologize if you do not enjoy the forthcoming month’s contents.
This has been a public service announcement.
(Also, I have just introduced myself to Bridezillas. What sort of women are these? Anyway. The end.)