I'd like to start out by lowering any expectations you might have for this blog. All of my previous attempts at free-form writing have been miserable disappointments, either for myself or my friends. I've written a fast-paced novel where the plot ran in circles and the characters were as shallow as my imagination. I've planned an elaborate story of shadows with grand plot holes, which went from a grinding halt to a full stop. I've started writing blogs and journals several times, only to quit a month later.
Going from adoring authorship and believing that real authors write perfect novels without ever editing it, to being amazed that writers actually work and rework their texts multiple times, frequently rewriting whole chapters, to realize that I'll likely never be that kind of author, has been both heartwrenching and sobering for me. I simply don't have the passion or patience for writing that is required.
I like to think that I have some insights to share with people around me. If that's true, whatever I say still won't be unique, nor phrased particularly consicely, because even though it's really clear in my head, it doesn't always come out that way.
It seems like the only thing that works for me is writing one-off short stories for school and evening courses, or reports for work.
You - and I - should expect a whimpering end to this blog within a month or two. Words will be this year's writing attempt. Welcome to the latest beginning!