I’m not gonna lie, this is my umpteenth attempt at making a blog. Whenever I begin one of my attempts at these it’s usually because I’ve been inspired by other more refined writers than myself. But that’s not important.
A few months ago I officially began calling myself a writer. For as long as I can remember I’ve written, I’ve written on every scrap of paper I have come cross. I remember writing songs and poems from a young age. I also have a cringe worthy memory of reading a poem aloud in middle school.
I’m not the best grammatically, and I’m not the most punctual when it comes to posting regularly. Consistency is not our friend here, and will probably never be.
I received some brilliant advice a while ago where the person said whenever you write, “fall the fuck apart.”
So, this is me… falling the fuck apart.
In bits and pieces of course.