Well, to Start...

Hello fellow nerds and friends in the blogging world, I've broken down and joined your ranks. I suppose I should have done this a very long time ago--(I'm a creative writer who no longer writes), but now here I am.

Why should I make a blog, you nerds may ask? Other than the reasons that it may prove to be fun; I may make lots more friends, become desperately popular, and find true love, I have a few reasons "why," that I feel are absolutely important:

First, writing is absolutely necessary to live life to its fullest (perhaps making documentaries and films, and maybe music can at times replace old-fashioned writing, but not wholly). Life, in my opinion, is comprised of thousands of memories that shape our perceptions of what is real and important, and more intensely, how we should feel. When those memories begin to dull, we no longer are as affected by those memories and experiences. If we are to take charge of how we want to shape our lives and want to embrace the emotions that come with living fully, we must re-remember the things that have shaped us in the most profound and joyful ways.

Re-remembering is obviously not simply remembering, but instead uncovering what has been forgotten and what was almost lost to shadows of our past that we unpurposely dismembered from our lives. It is more intentful than simple remembering because it creates in itself new experiences, the new experience of the past, and begins new selves, emphasizing the parts of life that have been and will continue to be most real to us. In that possible joy and grief and whatever we want to hold close, life can become more and more intensely real.

My other reasons are that I need the external motivations of writing for an audience. I think most of us have written in a journal at some point in our lives. A journal is private and can be exposing and we can learn alot about ourselves. For myself, I become bored with writing only for me, and anything that may be poignant and exposing are still not as raw as it should be to mean anything to myself, so I have little motivation to write, and I just don't inspire myself without a possible audience (I think most of us who obsessively post the details of our lives on facebook or twitter can relate to the need to validate our life experiences through sharing them with others). So audience, whether or not you are here, I pretend you are and that is all I need.

There are several other reasons, but as I sit at my family's dirty dining room table and finally have peace from everyone trying to talk to me, despite the fact that I repeatedly explained that I was writing, with the peace I feel uninspired. And those other reasons would just be rambling and over-analyzing that I can save for another time.

I will though, be posting some work that I've done in the past year. Which is not much, but I want any sort of critique and ideas about it if you have any. The other reason I write is to become better and that is a pretty important reason in my mind.

Screw grammar though, don't respond about that, I'll work on that when I go to grad school.

Hello World.