There is no rhyme or reason to the creation of this blog. The most concise answer I can provide on why I felt compelled to start yet another blog, however, is as follows: My creative energy has no where to go and is starting to fog my vision. I am constantly overwhelmed by catchy little phrases, fantastical cushion patterns, poignant poetry, taste-bud tantalizing recipes, foot-tappin' tunes, books, and I need, need, need (!) a place to write it all down.
Because I am a writer and a blogger and thus have an unyielding but slight (very slight) case of negligible (just to emphasize its inconsequentiality) narcissism, I would like to start my blog with a self-proposed accolade. I am a 21 year college student pursuing a degree in English, Psychology, and Marketing at a very lovely, brick-building speckled, white-face doused university in Ohio, which I have learned, slowly, but surely, to love. I have one semester left before I am released out into the literal and figurative wild of professional America and am seriously contemplating (and scrounging for) an alternate route. Although starting a full-time job sounds appealing on some level, I'd rather flirt with different cultures, different languages, different fields, and different countries for a year or two. If not now, when, right?
I have an avid and persistent interest in advertising that I cannot seem to shake. I have come to terms with the fact that my passions lie in a field that eats people as an afternoon snacks and uses their tibias as toothpicks. It is cut throat, in a very non-metaphoric sense, and I have a sadistic obsession with it. I've been told a million and one times that I should find a second option, that creativity can be found in other fields, that I will make no money, etc. But look, Elite Advertising Citizenry, I'm still here!
Despite the very forward and discordant paragraph above, I am, first and foremost, a writer. You will find, if you continue reading this blog, that my prose/poetry is rather dainty, graceful, not at all sarcastic, really. The variance between my "blogging" and my "writing" is... for lack of a better word... whopping. To avoid inserting any florid adjectives here, I'll leave you with this thought. It's weird.
I love to eat. I'm often told that when it comes to feeding people, I am a favorite. I take great pleasure in hearing this. If you'd ever like to feel good about yourself, invite me over to eat. You'll be beaming by the end of the night.
In tandem with my love of food, this summer, I am working for an well-known company that deals in, you guessed it, FOOD! Although I am on the corporate side of things, we do get treats, and often. As a foodie, this is stellar. I am living on my own in a tiny (but absolutely charming) apartment, for the first time. I miss my roommates terribly, but I must say, there is a certain delight in having one's own place. It instills a sense of independence and adulthood. Which is both liberating and frightening as hell. I am, however, anxiously awaiting next semester and the constant company of my fabulous roommates (I'll have to brag about them sometime soon).
In conclusion, (I apologize for my loquaciousness, it's a terrible habit that I must find a way to work around) "whole creativity" is a place for me to prattle on about anything that sparks my interest, and might spark yours too.
Long-windedly yours,
A
