"You must blog!" the professors have told me over and over. So now I do. Apparently it's the journalistic thing to do. (Along with having a Twitter account so we journalists can follow important people like Anderson Cooper and organizations like NPR.)
How often will I actually feel inspired or touched or annoyed enough to write something? Who knows.
Honestly though, I'm always writing in my head. I'm upset, happy or confused about something and I mentally start composing my rant, my story or my lament...hoping by writing this someone will understand me better. I never end up posting those. They end up stored away in my brain with the thousands of other things I have written in my lifetime.
So maybe this is my chance to be real. To be frustrated with the 288 construction or with another yet grammar assignment. (Which I should be completing now.) To be funny maybe. To practice writing. Apparently the more you do it, the better you get. Who knew?
P.S. This blogging business really takes me back to middle school and the age of Xanga.
That is all.
-Shea
