The Truth about Cats and Blogs

The truth is that I’m a con artist. I managed to con my high school teachers into thinking that I didn’t need a writing class beyond 9^th grade. I conned my college advisor into letting me take his grad-level course instead of the required technical writing class. Finally, I conned my employer into believing that I’m a competent writer who won’t spend an hour composing a single professional email.

All that to say that I’m a terrible writer and I know it. I overuse ellipses as a tool to end sentences that have no end. I recently discovered the semi-colon as a way to shove two short sentences together so that I don’t have to write in full sentences like an adult. So what do you do when you’re beyond schooling and the only opportunity for writing is in reply to angry client emails? Start a blog, of course! So here I am, a year and a half later with a grand total of 15 posts about subjects that have been covered much better and much more extensively at hundreds of other blogs. But my point wasn’t to provide a great service to the world wide web, my point was simply to write. Write anything and hopefully learn a few things along the way.

It’s a funny thing, publishing yourself on the internet for all to see, and for nobody to see at the same time. I realize that I could just write. Just write for me, write to my Grandma, write for the sake of growth, but there’s something intriguing about putting yourself out there, knowing that nobody is reading it, so I think I’ll keep it that way. I really should write to my grandma though….