Against my better judgment, I decided to blog.
Yesterday I created my blogger account.
I am NO writer. Despite serving as an editor-in-chief in a college journal, my writing experience is pretty darn limited. I am NO writer.
Consider this is your last warning.
If you are still reading this, man, you’re brave.
I figured since everyone I know blogs, I might as well try it out. Writing seems to be therapeutic. It gets my creative juices flowing, if I have any.
Also, writing is a good medium to air out sentiments and such. I am in no way an emotional guy. My exes would make sure you know that.
I always keep my emotions bottled up. Hopefully with blogging, I get to change that…little by little.
I read somewhere that a very famous 80’s pop sensation once had a journal online. She would update it on a regular basis. She wrote about anything and everything. Until she finally reckoned that she was compromising the truth just to make her journal entries more interesting to the readers. Hence, she decided to stop.
That made me ponder as to how much I am willing to share with what I write.
I am Raft3r. Hear me roar.