Oh, hello! Well, here I am, back after well over a year. Have you missed me, world wide web? Or more simply, my blogosphere? Which consists of only myself?
Anywhoo. I shall start anew. I feel like at the beginning of any good blog (not that this blog is anywhere close to good! sub-par, or sub-sub par is more like it) the blogger in question should properly introduce themselves, maybe give a little background information, perhaps present some context or motive for their writing into the black abyss that is the internet.
But me? Mostly I’m just bored. This is sadly not a food, fashion, or travel blog (though it very well could end up turning into one of those things!) It’s just a blah blog.
Anyway. Context. I’m sitting here at work, trying to look busy, and let me tell you – it’s pretty dang hard. I’d much rather have something to do. Yet here I am, wasting away in the corner… perusing Reddit… conspicuously changing browser tabs when someone walks by.
I thought maybe I could learn french while at work seeing as I have so much free time these days… secretly scouring language websites and murmuring to myself in le francais.
Also, I imagined the endless possibilities for my sci-fi erotica kindle single, which I’ve been meaning to write for perhaps a millenia. The details are unclear, but there was going to be a protagonist. An antagonist. Maybe a conflict. A series of revelations. Erotic things would happen. Science-y things would happen. Etc, etc.
The thing is, anytime I start to write this supposed “novel,” I spend way too much time on character development. And not the good kind. Mostly it’s my (often female) protagonist’s character description.
“She had long flowing stawberry-blond hair, curling surreptitiously around her shoulders, much like a forlorn snail”
That’s the kind of purple prose and hyperbole I indulge in.
Okay, like honestly what do people even blog about? Their day? Their interests? This is hard. Sorry for my internal monologue. I guess I could mention that I’m going to Budapest at the end of the month. With my “boyfriend.” I’m still not used to saying that word. Boyfriend. BOYFRIEND. I HAVE A BOYFRIEND.
And… that’s it. That’s all I got.
I don’t want to leave you high and dry of course, so here’s a photo of Rupert Friend (aka Poorlando Bloom):