Like countless other writers, I am quite diffident about sharing my writing. Whether the genre is expository, academic, creative, or even informal, there is hardly anything I can think of that’s more personal than putting words to a page. In fact, I think I’d rather be a nude model for an art class than attend a creative writing workshop when my piece is up for critique.

While I’ve attempted to blog a dozen times before, each blog invariably met its demise within a month or two. That’s the shelf life of my personal literary aplomb. Inevitably, I peruse every published post ad nauseam, until my resolve and confidence crumble, and then I delete the entire site. The odds are certainly against the survival of this one.

But the thing about writing is that I can’t not write. And, despite the nausea, writing is something that I want to share. I’m often criticized for being aloof – and it’s a fair judgment – so writing is the olive branch I wish to extend to people put off by my distant demeanor.

This post felt naked without a picture, so I picked the most writerly picture from my computer. The NYU application really annoyed me.

Also, I can’t figure out how the hell to change the color of the blog title from black. I’ve been all up in the CSS to no avail. If you’re knowledgeable of such things, leave me a comment, would you?