It’s been a cold, rainy Sunday. I suppose 60 degrees isn’t technically “cold,” but coming off a week that saw nearly 100 degree temperatures (in Chicago, of all places), it feels like sweatshirt weather and I am ready for it. September is one of my favorite months, mostly because I think of it as my “new years.” I don’t get an urge to have a fresh start in January, but I do around this time of year, probably because I will always associate September with going back to school and starting a fresh academic year. Even though I’m about to enter into the home stretch of my master’s degree, I still get the urge to buy new notebooks, fresh pencils, and Post-it notes when summer is over (I won’t even get into the fact that my “summer” break this year is taking place entirely in September).
I suppose that need for a fresh start is why I’m here, on this blog specifically. When I tell people that I am a writer, they usually inquire as to whether or not I have a blog and the answer has been, until now, “no.” I’m not sure why it has taken me this long. I did keep a blogspot blog during my high school years, but it was so full of angst and teenage ridiculousness that I couldn’t bring myself to start that blog up again (well, that and the fact that my screen name on blogspot is potentially more embarrassing than the fact that I still have a hotmail account). I don’t think anyone wants to hear a litany of what I did everyday, what classes I went to, what homework I have, or what I ate for lunch.
I don’t have a vision for this blog (ack – what a horrible thing for a writer to say!) but I hope to use it as a place to post random thoughts, opinions, some writing samples, and probably a Corgi picture or two (or, you know, fifty). If nothing else, it’s a way to get myself writing more often. I say I’m a writer, and I do write, but I drag my feet about it and stay in my head. I think of something I want to write down, assure myself I’ll remember it, and then forget it. Isn’t that always the way? So here I am, sitting in my apartment, watching The Golden Girls, drinking coffee out of my Irish black sheep mug (because it just tastes better in my sheep mug), jumping into this whole blog thing, my new, hopefully adult version of a clean notebook and a fresh pencil.