Posts under ‘Writing’

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There are so many things I never told you.

My recorded thoughts and experiences in this blog don’t match my personal recollections of each month. This is the case for a few reasons. One, I want to maintain a sense of privacy about certain events and relationships. Two, there are things too difficult to write about, though I know these are the things I ultimately should write about. Three, I’ve been burdened with a label, because I know how some people view my writing. My mom, for example, has abstained from reading my blog, because, “It’s not funny anymore. All you have are pictures.”

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Blog at first sentence

*The first sentences of each month of almost a whole year of blogging. They really aren’t as random as I would like.

Blog at first sentence

Pardon my expurgation

Two recent emails have really stroked my ego and scratched my chin. In both, a woman I’ve never met from who knows where has asked me some personal questions. She said she stumbled upon my blog and got sucked into my life. “I was telling my husband about you and my e-mail and he was like, those are awfully personal questions to be asking someone you don’t know. I said I feel like I know her! I feel like I read a good book yesterday with really interesting characters.”

Pardon my expurgation

Hindsight is panoramic

Amanda’s MsAdventures turned one year old on Saturday. I celebrated by seeing two movies and gazing down at Times Square from a terrace many, many stories off the ground.

Hindsight is panoramic

Itching for a mentor

In a very cool turn of events, I’ve just found out that I was linked on a blog much bigger than mine. A blog I’ve read since freshman year of college. The blog that originated The Big Three idea and was written about in the New York Post last year when its author, Kelly Kreth, was serendipitously dooced.

Itching for a mentor

Even worse in teen form

I printed the contents of my first blog, a year long stint on Open Diary during my junior year of high school. I look back at what I wrote, at how I wrote, and I roll my eyes…a lot. I thought the silliest things were so devastating. This is how teenagers think, though.

Even worse in teen form

Blog, blogged, and blogging

I took this interview from a website and added a few questions of my own. This is a modern version of man’s search for meaning.

Blog, blogged, and blogging

Fear of Flying

This is cheesy to admit, but finishing Erica Jong’s Fear of Flying made me feel like I’d earned membership into an exclusive club. By the end, I identified with Isadora and like her, felt it was time to reach my comfortable cruising altitude.

Fear of Flying

When writing’s hard

It gets hard to write, because in the musculature of my hands, sinews of my arms, pulsing freeways of my brain, and endless “ink” of my keyboard, all is potential. There’s no greater burden, no greater freedom.

When writing’s hard

Selling myself short

I was talking to my mom tonight about my writing, or lack thereof. “Look at the great writers - they’re all depressed alcoholics,” I said. It can be difficult to write when you are content. My mom still mildly nagged and reminded me that I’m in New York City, the home of most major publishers, and I’m not really trying to sell my writing. Mind you, I would need time to write a book I’d even consider trying to send out, but I could at least submit an article or five.

Selling myself short