New Year

When you have several blogs floating around the great expanse of the World Wide Web (does anyone even call it that anymore? Saying that makes me feel ever so slightly nostalgic) you forget about half of them. Or at least I forget about this one, even though it's the one I have listed on my twitter bio.

I guess this is the only one I could say I would fully devote to writing. I have two other blogs, a tumblr, which hardly counts since I use it mostly to reblog photos of Tom Hiddleston and other sexy actors and a xanga which is like an old private diary you start as a teenager and don't know how to give up.

And no, I won't let you read it.

Anyway.

I've resolved to write more in this new year and to start submitting my work different places and sharing my writing with more people outside of the small circle of friends that usually say, "that was great I really liked it." Because as nice as it feels to have someone say that they like what you write, sometimes you need to hear that they didn't so you can think about what you need to improve.

I guess another reason I don't let people read what I write is because I am at my core incredibly shy. It is easy to be silly and funny and outgoing, because even though I am those things, it is easier to put on a good show by being that person than to really let people in and show them everything that is real.

As the years pass I am trying to be less guarded.

So I'll start the year by letting you read the things I spend hours scribbling into my notebooks. The funny, the sad, the dirty, the morbid, the creepy, the hopeful, the optimistic, and the painful. And I hope that you'll enjoy some of it and I hope that I can grow from it.

Happy reading,

Jenny