So I’ve been telling myself one day that I’m going to write a book, but I can’t seem to commit to which day yet. However, I’ve been told that if I keep a journal, it’ll be easier to keep my thoughts in order, and possibly extract something book-worthy from that.
I’ve never been the diary-sort. Oh I’ve bought plenty of them. But they were all so pretty and perfect I never wanted to write in them. I’m more of a bev nap type of girl. That and my handwriting is atrocious.
Typing on the other hand, I can type like a bat out of hell (yeah I said that, bats can type). So I figure blogging is the way to go.*
*This blog will be neither grammatically nor politically correct, but it’s mine so if you don’t like it fuck off. Oh yeah, there will be strong language and sexual situations, yet giving it an “M” for mature doesn’t quite seem apropos.
Proceed with caution…
Note to Self 