I had a livejournal since 2001 when I was 16. In 24 days, I'm gonna be 23. My livejournal served me well. It chronicled most of my hellish odyssey that was high school, as well as the tough transition into adulthood, and all of the trials & tribulations that came with it. Now I think it's time to start something new up, perhaps something more creative. My older sister, Kari, has a blog on here (www.myinflammatorywrit.blogspot.com) and she writes everything from daily life to social commentary. Hopefully I can create something here like that, where I could do everything from personal blogs, to rants about politics, pop culture, etc., reviews of music, movies and the like, and all that type of shit.
What are my credentials? None, really. Editor-in-chief of my high school paper senior year, and almost endless praise from my creative writing teachers. But I graduated from high school 4 years ago. I'm in a band called The Nepotists (we really need a fucking bass player), but we've only played a few small shows, the last one in June 2007. I'm an amateur editor. I recently helped one of my friends edit a book which is apparently well on its way to being published. I would have edited the whole thing but I had a lot going on, and I think a professional editor would have done a better job, considering professional editors are getting paid for it. I write, but lately my writing's been pretty sporadic. I tried writing for the college paper when I was going, but ultimately failed to keep up with a lot of deadlines. Besides, writing contrived articles about events in an uneventful school wasn't exactly getting me anywhere.
Now I'm writing again. The friend I have who's writing his book (a man by the name of Chris Ross) was talking to me recently and asked me why I stopped. Him getting to the next step in writing a book (publishing, agents) was kind of an epiphany for me. I've seen this guy so drunk that he can't stand up. He only went to college for a year or two. And he's publishing a book. So why can't I do something with my supposed "gift?"
My current project is kind of like my own version of Kerouac's "Vanity of Duluoz," where I write fictionalized accounts of events that happened in my life, especially during the last 4 years. Only I don't think I'll inspire an entire generation of writers (if there even is a next generation), and I've only written a couple of pieces (but I felt exhilarated when I wrote them). I also hope to get my band going soon.
I'll write more about myself later; perhaps an extended 'about me' blog so you'll get more of a sense of who I am. And Nick Hogan is whining about his prison sentence and I smell a rant coming.
What are my credentials? None, really. Editor-in-chief of my high school paper senior year, and almost endless praise from my creative writing teachers. But I graduated from high school 4 years ago. I'm in a band called The Nepotists (we really need a fucking bass player), but we've only played a few small shows, the last one in June 2007. I'm an amateur editor. I recently helped one of my friends edit a book which is apparently well on its way to being published. I would have edited the whole thing but I had a lot going on, and I think a professional editor would have done a better job, considering professional editors are getting paid for it. I write, but lately my writing's been pretty sporadic. I tried writing for the college paper when I was going, but ultimately failed to keep up with a lot of deadlines. Besides, writing contrived articles about events in an uneventful school wasn't exactly getting me anywhere.
Now I'm writing again. The friend I have who's writing his book (a man by the name of Chris Ross) was talking to me recently and asked me why I stopped. Him getting to the next step in writing a book (publishing, agents) was kind of an epiphany for me. I've seen this guy so drunk that he can't stand up. He only went to college for a year or two. And he's publishing a book. So why can't I do something with my supposed "gift?"
My current project is kind of like my own version of Kerouac's "Vanity of Duluoz," where I write fictionalized accounts of events that happened in my life, especially during the last 4 years. Only I don't think I'll inspire an entire generation of writers (if there even is a next generation), and I've only written a couple of pieces (but I felt exhilarated when I wrote them). I also hope to get my band going soon.
I'll write more about myself later; perhaps an extended 'about me' blog so you'll get more of a sense of who I am. And Nick Hogan is whining about his prison sentence and I smell a rant coming.
No comments:
Post a Comment