The Beginning.

Hey Reader, I’m glad you’re here.

In the early 2000’s when my house got dial up and I finally got to peruse the internet, I fell in love with blogs.

It wasn’t the subject matter so much as it was the words. People were writing and putting things out there and I so badly wanted to do the same thing, but I was probably thirteen around that time and really had nothing of noteworthy to say. I suffered from self doubt, just like almost all of us do.

I wanted to do it, but the biggest cloud that would loom over me was, ‘why would anyone care what I have to say?’ So I didn’t. I was addicted to Tumblr and eventually started posting the poems I would write. A few got a few hundred reposts and let me tell you, I was on top of the world. I had these little black notebooks with gold foiling on the edges that I would write quotes in. I think I have about four of them filled to the brim with random journal entries and quotes I copied from the internet.

I have always loved the written word.

I could tell you about growing up in a volatile house. The poisonous things that was said to me out of anger and frustration. Words have always meant something to me. Words were what could move me to cry and feel like I wasn’t worth anything. I would sit in and dwell on those words that made me have those ugly feelings and I marinated in them for years.

My Mother once said I idle angry, and that will always be the best description of me.

I’m better now, but I still have my days.

Just like many of you, reading was an escape for me. I could fall into a story and believe that all the beautiful things that were written about these characters were written for me. I would be on an emotional high after a book, truly feeling like I was loved and cared for by these characters.

Not once in my early years did I think it was possible to reach out to a literal God (author) and tell them how much I loved their words. How much their stories kept me going. I wish I had. I wish I would have sent Sherilyn Kenyon a letter or an email and tell her how much I love her Dark Hunter series and how I still think of Acheron. Or Jodi Ellen Malpas and tell her I dream of having my own Jesse Ward.

P.C. Cast & Kristin Cast, Suzzane Collins, Lauren Kate, Richelle Mead, Annette Curtis Klause, Stephanie Meyer, R.K. Lilley and so any more, Thank you. Your words got me through my childhood and I can never tell you folks enough how much you mean to me.

So here we are, 2024 and finally starting a blog because I finally have a little voice in my head saying, maybe somebody will care about what I have to say. And even if no one does, that’s okay.

My website is my little corner of the internet. Maybe I will keep up with this. Maybe I won’t.

Word vomiting into the abyss could be good for me.

Anyways, again. Thank you Reader. I’m glad you are here.