Making with the typey-type.

I recently referred to myself in conversation as a "frustrated writer". I was talking about myself in terms of my career, I suppose, because I do not get paid to write. (Aside from the $2 I have made through ads... THANKS FOR CLICKING, BTW!)

But after I said it, I kept thinking about that phrase and why I said it. I was talking about why I started blogging. Basically, this whole thing truly was born out of frustration. I was feeling creatively stifled. So I fixed it by hopping on here every day and writing about how much I love George Clooney. Or how mad I got at some jerk on the bus. And as stupid and mundane as these topics may be to some people, it has actually helped. A lot.

I have been posting less often here, because as you may have noticed, I'm using Twitter. It's great for me, because sometimes I am just not capable of long-form thinking. And I find it REALLY challenging to have to re-think, re-word and edit myself down to a mere 140 characters. I kind of love it. You might want to give it a go yourself!

I am just now starting to grow more comfortable with myself as a writer. The thought of people reading what I have written is not nearly as terrifying as it once was. So, I guess the point of all of this is to say that I'm not so frustrated anymore. And I finally consider myself to be a writer. Thanks for helping me get there, friends.