Firstly, I’m going to stick my hand up and own up to the colossal cliche below.
Secondly, I’m going to ignore the fact that the majority of writers have a similar story to the one divulged below.
Thirdly, I’m going to stop trying to make myself feel better about my lack of originality, and get on with introducing myself:
I’ve been writing my whole life, but I was twelve when I first realised that being a professional writer was actually an option. Since then, I’ve known exactly what I want to do with my life – but of course, nothing ever goes smoothly. This blog is a way for me to practice my craft and get my writing out into the world while I work on achieving my real dream (of becoming a prose fiction writer). My poetry may not be the best (or anything close to it), and my short stories leave a lot to be desired, but I’m learning more about writing every day.
Fourthly, I’m going to thank everyone who follows my blog and reads my work, and helps me get closer to my dream.
Fifthly, I’m going to acknowledge that fourthly and fifthly are unusual terms but, in favour of making something about this introduction stand out, I’m going to keep them anyway.
Sixthly, I no longer have anything to say but I’ve grown quite attached to this numerical system and can’t quite bear to abandon it.
Seventhly, I’m going to make a cup of tea.
Eighthly, I’m going to realise that making a cup of tea has nothing to do with the About page of this blog, and I’m just grasping at tea bags to keep the words coming out.
Ninethly, I’m going to admit that I am in fact a coffee girl and only enjoy tea when coffee is not an option.
Tenthly, I am going to stop writing. For real this time. The rambling will end. Finally.