I never recall having to make them in grade school but somehow when I got to college I found myself having to give a short spiel about who I am to classmates. I loathe the elevator introductions. My urge is to quickly rattle off some inane factoids about myself that rival the Dos Equis ‘World’s Most Interesting Man’ commercials, or to overshare and spend the semester as “that girl”.
In truth I’m here to learn, it’s just that simple. Improve what I do know, learn what I don’t and hopefully get back into the habit of writing. Writing is more about habit than skill, you can be insightful and witty and clever in your head but until you get off your lazy ass and write it down, you’re no writer. My friend Mart, who is an actual novelist, has tried, oh lord how she’s tried, to convey that to me, I still struggle. Looking at a white page is intimidating.
Why I want to write is somewhat more complicated. I love learning so signing up is a no-brainer, having the temerity to think I have something to add to the conversation is something else entirely. I’m not young, but not yet old, I’ve lived a great life, full of surprises and a whole lot of fun, dotted with horrors and lots of lessons learned. I don’t feel I have anyone’s answers but my own, but I do think I have something to add to the conversation.
20 things about me: Pop culture junkie, computer geek, Linux fan, gamer girl, married, LGBTQ (when did we add a Q at the end of that?), music fiend, coffee lover, baker of yummy things, Gen-X’er, feminist, wage slave, Rubenesque, spiritual, tree-hugger, proud aunti, animal lover, political wonk, WordPress fangirl, ocean child.