Writer's Notebook Passages.

I was meant for the broken home. With an integrity of potential iron, I was made to pull myself up by bootstraps, raise my younger siblings, and light out for the territories on my eighteenth birthday. Created to follow my heart and my passion, I’d figure things out for myself and etch out a place in this world with nothing but grit and fingernails. I’d marry for crazy, delirious love and send my irresponsible mother a card every year at Christmas and call her on her birthday. I was made to sacrifice, to pay now play later. I was never meant to spoil in such materialism. I was meant to feel. I was meant to hurt. And I was meant to do something about it.

I live for bohemian nights like this one. Nights of upset routines with a constant loop of crickets and Midwestern zephyrs, reminding me that there’s a world behind the glass and that I’m a pinprick on top of a pinprick on top of a pinprick. It’s the kind of night to live for the damp air and the way my knuckles look in such a lighting. Consequence is no brother to the soul’s artistry, but the soul’s artistry is no brother to our modern world. 

Getting Started.

As this is my very first blog post, let me introduce myself. My name’s Jade, I’m of Belgian/Italian/Euromutt descent, I love salsa, I’ve seen every Gilmore Girls episode known to man, and I’m a writer.

The reason I decided to create this blog was because of a startling realization. I realized that I was beginning to lack the true ambition that drives good writing. Ever since kindergarten, I’ve known I wanted to be an author and this is the time in my life when I really need to focus on honing my skill. So here's where the blog comes in. I know that I can do something and do it well if I have to. Taking on a project such as this will give me the structure and the concrete boundaries I need to refocus on ‘crunch time.’ When I see a problem and I do whatever it takes to fix it.

Because I’m analytically determined like that.

Now I know that I probably won’t acquire many, if any, readers. But that is absolutely fine with me. I’m doing this for me, to help me (to quote Norbet Platt) regain my equilibrium within the soul-searching method of putting pen to paper. However, that doesn’t mean that readers won’t be greatly appreciated. (:

How this is going to work: I’m going to be posting something new every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday. (These dates can be subject to change, but I will be posting at least three times a week regardless)

Topics will include progress on any stories/poems/bios I happen to be working on, journal entries about writing/writers/etc, or general writer’s notebook-esque sort of passages. (Which can be beautiful or introspective or funny or just plain bad food for thought pieces that don’t fit anywhere else.)

On a final note, I’d like to quote the great Gail Carson Levine by saying, “The only way to write better is to write more.”

Thanks Gail, I'm trying.