1) I would save a lot of friggen money if my parents would buy me a Nook or a Kindle. Seriously, my room has 3 bookcases, all full, some shelves are doubled. Think of the trees that we would save! (damn UNCW and all of their Eco-initiatives, somehow ingrained in me now...)
2) This opportunity to read other authors work has had me pondering about my own writing skills. Many of you don't know, but I almost double majored in Creative Writing. This led to me taking many writing classes (which I loved ) but to be honest I dropped the double because I felt like an outcast ( the granola types and angsty artist didn't really enjoy my love of leopard print and felt that occasionally having a happy ending was too "lifetime movie"- sorry I actually like my life). I tend to pride myself on being a fairly decent writer, I lean towards the non-fiction genre because I find my life to be endlessly entertaining. Ergo, I turn to blogging.
So, I turn to re-read my past 3 post to revel in how insightful and raw I am (with a ton of wit and sass of course), and I was kinda smacked in the face with what I read. I feel like I have been writing to please my audience. Although much of what I wrote encompassed what I felt in the moment, I may have edited with a heavy hand- kind of like the airbrusher that retouched the Sex & the City 2 poster ( that alien is NOT Kim Catrall). I took too much of me out of what I was writing.
Please don't believe that I have been lying in my post. That isn't true at all, but I am going to promise from here on out that I will be myself. No more censorship! Freedom of speech and all that jazz!
xoxo,
B
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