I’ve never imagined myself having a website/blog of any kind. Okay, maybe once. After watching The Perfect Man with Hilary Duff, where her character keeps up a blog detailing her life, I imagined myself doing the same once I entered high school. Alas, after a terrible first week as a freshman and subsequently being home-schooled, my self-esteem shot that idea to the ground. No one wanted to hear what I had to say, is what I told myself. Instead, I watched movies, read books, and found a community of internet friends who shared my interests.
When I turned 18, I had this great idea that I didn’t need to go to college, and I would worm my way into writing for other people’s websites forever. I did that for a bit, but after unfulfilling work and a sexist editor, I decided to quit and give college, and my life-long dream of fiction/screenplay writing, a go.
Flash-forward to 2020: I’m 24, months away from graduating with my B.A. in Creative Writing. This week alone, I’ve been rejected from every M.F.A. program I’ve applied to and have taken up this thing called “physical distancing”. I will most likely spend my final undergrad semester inside my house, and consuming my mind most of the time will be the question of “What’s next?” Once the virus passes, do I risk everything and move somewhere where I can write/direct indie movies? Do I apply to M.A. programs? What do I really want to be when I grow up? Do I have to decide now, this very instant?
So yes, I’m barely holding my shit together, and heading outside to yell is probably not wise. This blog will be my distraction, my soundboard, a place for my passions, loves, musings. I’m scared shitless, and during times of panic and uncertainty, words keep me sane. Writing makes me hopeful and fearless.
Welcome to my hub.
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