My First Post

I absolutely don’t want to be a writer, so why does it keep nagging at me? I absolutely hate it. I’m consumed by my own self-hatred really. The first post should be introductory. It should reveal what you need to know about the blog and the writer behind it. But, I don’t want you to know anything about me. I don’t want to know you either. No offense!

I just want the nagging inside of me to stop. Perhaps, if I write consistently and fail consistently, I’ll get over this. The tightness in my lungs will relax and I can get back to my regularly scheduled programming.

I suppose I’m butchering my first post with my self-hatred. Write what you know, huh? I am so – so, so, so incredibly – tempted to write something more palatable for you – you, the nonexistent reader. From my mind, you are Joanna, the writing teacher who told me the only redeeming quality of my work was my grammar. Or, you are Loren who smirked every time it was my turn to share. Loren was a man, by the way. American too. Don’t ask. I don’t get it either.

You’re also my parents who would hate the whole idea of this. I hate this too.

Maybe, now that I’ve sabotaged my first post, I can give up on writing successfully and just write something, anything, until the knots dissolve in my stomach acid.