A New Phase in Phlogging. Um, Blogging.

All right. I have made a decision. A resolution, rather. And I am hoping against hope that I won't break it.


I am going to stop wasting time thinking about all the different ways I could have spent college, be thankful for the opportunities I have, and try to take advantage of my skills and my location, whether I am traveling the world* or unable to get out of my own house.


*I have been hoping to backpack around Europe when I graduated college. Unfortunately, money is tight, and I am going to have to work for a while before I can really make that happen. I'm not giving up, I'm just eliminating one of the gajillions of possibilities that are out there fore people who want to travel.

So where does my blog come into this? 


To tell you that, I guess I have to write a bit of a personal statement, college-admissions-essay style.


When I was a very tiny child, I used to make up stories with my dolls and stuffed animals. I think they mostly involved Paul, the pink and FEMALE walrus, falling off our worn-out blue recliner and being rescued by Clarissa, my heroic, and favorite, doll. I would also tell stories to my brother, Esau, which I remember less vividly, but which, according to my mother, I started to do when I was about three years old. I do remember stapling together pieces of construction paper in kindergarten to create makeshift "books" and drawing and illustrating my own stories. (Mostly I didn't get further than, "Hi. My name is Elizabeth." But you've got to cut me some slack on the attention span. Also, writing required a lot more effort back then.)

I still have a bunch of pieces of scrap paper full of doodles of my doll-and-stuffed-animal cast, labeled with their names and their roles in whatever stories I kept making up in my head throughout most of my childhood. I also had a wide array of Barbie dolls who acted out stories from books I liked, something I did with my friend Emily for, shall we say, longer than most girls were interested in dolls.

I have also kept journals for a long time, and I have read and reread the Narnia series, the Harry Potter series, every single series by Tamora Pierce, and a lot of other young adult fantasy and fiction.

I was interested in other things as well. Dance, horseback riding, theatre, drawing/painting, and singing have all been professions I considered (however briefly). But I always took it for granted that I would write as well. I was actually quite surprised when I found out, possibly in high school, that it isn't actually easy to get published.

Now, I am about to graduate college. I have no idea what the future holds, but I do know that I want to be an author as much as I did when I was a kid. It's an idea that took hold of me before I understood all the challenges it presents, but I am hoping to overcome a small part of these challenges through this blog.

I am going to start putting some of my short stories up on this blog in the hopes that they will be read, enjoyed, and commented on. It is my dream that, someday, I will be a published author, and that perhaps this blog will help me on my way. 


So. This is Entry #1 in the new phase of this bloggy, brought to you by Lizzy, the baker-reader-graduating student-aspiring world traveler-person, and although none of my fiction writing has been included in it, I hope you will keep reading anyway. 
Thank you, and as Ellen Degeneres would say, be kind to one another. 


:)