I think I'm bringing blogs back
hi blog :) A friend was looking me up when she found this blog the other day. I was embarrassed and jokingly tried to hide her phone. It's funny how this blog was something I poured my heart and soul into for two years as a thirteen-year-old. I was so excited to write and to be published on the internet. Just like Dad. I had some friends tell me the format is dying now. The long-form readership community, small as it is now, has shifted to Substack. Somehow I could never get on that train. It got too philosophical for my taste. I've always only written from my life. I never feel like I have the authority to assume another person's narratives. A character flaw of a creative writer perhaps and perhaps what makes me lean towards journalism instead of the film/novel writing Dad nudges me towards. I'm good at writing about things I see and feel, and doing it from any voice other than mine has always felt off-pitch. Conversational writing, is it? A monologue to an imaginary...