I haven’t written on this blog since October.
See, right about now I could easily pull out about fifty billion excuses for why I haven’t been keeping up in the blogging world for the past two-ish months.
But I’m not going to.
Because right here and right now, as I sit typing up this last blog post of mine for 2014, I am deciding that I will no longer dwell on what has happened in the past.
Yes, I did hit a wall regarding creativity- but that’s okay, because things are starting to clear up a bit now and my brain is slowly getting back to that place where I can really dream again (*knocks on wood*). It’s going to be 2015, and I’m definitely going to do my best to make it absolutely fabulous.
So, here’s the question I’ve been asking myself: where do I want to go with Wordy&Nerdy?
I do know that at this very point, I’m not entirely pleased with the direction it’s going. I mean, yeah, I like a few ideas, but there are others that I want to change, too. I want to be more honest with my writing, I want to work more on really finding my voice, and I think I want to try to write more for myself.
One exciting thing I currently have planned is a totally new blog design. I’m working on all the pieces to it right now, so I’ll hopefully have it up very soon! 🙂
Hopefully I’ll get back into the rhythm of writing and going through other lovely peoples’ blogs as it was earlier this year, because though I’m a little out of it at the moment, I would love love love to get that back.
This entire year has literally gone by before I could register it, and honestly I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing; however, I do know that 2015 is going to be full of crazy fantastic adventures and I’ll be making tons of incredible memories the whole time.
This concludes my very short blog post to end a seemingly-very-short year. Thank you to every single one of you who has taken the time to read some of my writing, because writing on this blog (as well as my absence from it) has contributed to making me realize how much I love to create things. Have an absolutely fantabulous year!
About two weeks ago, I wore a dress to school for the first time.
For a lot of high schoolers, this might be completely normal; but you see, I hate dresses.
Or at least I used to.
When I was younger, I prided myself on being a “tomboy” more than anything. A couple of friends and I swore off makeup, dresses, and the color pink. In our third-grader minds, those things were too “girly” and “uncool” for us.
From way back then all the way through eighth grade, most of those things stuck with me. I would complain to everyone humanly possible about dresses and skirts, letting them all know that I was not happy about having to wear something fancy for graduation. I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say that everyone around me came to the same conclusion- I am not a “girly girl”, nor will I ever be.
But then, about two weeks ago, I decided I wanted a change.
Writing makes me very excited.
This, I’m assuming, is at least slightly implied, considering the fact that I am writing right now. On this blog I created myself. On my own time. Generally indication that writing is enjoyed, right?
Either way, being able to craft a story of my own makes me feel powerful in a way, like I can actually do something and put something out into the world. It makes me happy to know that I can do whatever I want with these stories, no matter how ridiculous, because they’re my stories. Of course, showing them to others and wanting to appeal to them is a whole ‘nother story; but when I write for myself, I know I have the freedom to express myself in any way.
It’s not just writing these crazy, slightly insensible stories that gets me excited. There are tons of different styles of writing I enjoy, like drafting essays for school or experimenting with poetry.
And that brings me to the topic of poems.
And poetry slams.
First off, happy S.A.D. everyone!
(that stands for Singles Awareness Day if there were any unaware spectators floating out in the internet cloud)
I spent my S.A.D. with homework, music, and ice cream. Sweet, delicious ice cream. Not a bad time at all, if you ask me- but that isn’t the point. The point is that I CAN BREATHE AGAIN!!!