What the sht are
people supposed to blog about anyway? I mean really, why do you care what goes
on in my daily life? Which unfortunately, right now, is mostly me working out,
reading, and cruising the internet trying to force myself to make progress on a
book I’ll probably never sell. Or what I think for that matter. I’m just words
on a screen to you people. Well, also that pic on the bio part. That’s legit
me, I swear. But there’s a fairly decent chance I’m not wearing that exact
outfit.
And yet here it is: The
blog a million websites say that I, as an unsigned and aspiring author, need to
have to promote myself. Something about networking, offering a taste of my
style, exposure, accessibility, some sort of other horsesht I skimmed over.
Personally, I think I should finish my fcking manuscript first, concentrate
efforts on one three headed monster at a time, but I suppose there’s no harm in
starting now just for the lolz.
I’m Stephanie. With a PH
and an A. If you’re reading this, there’s a fairly decent chance you already
know who I am. But just in case…
I answer to any variant
of my first name, even if you use an FY instead of the whole –phanie bit. I’m none too picky. If you’re
clever, you might even figure out my gamer tag. I’m 24, a Libra, a writer, a
dancer, a book/video game/comic geek, and a Bruins fan. I’m a New England
native, toeing the Masshole/Rhody line. I graduated from UMass Amherst with a
B.A. (MF!) in English, no spec. in creative writing (That’s fodder for a rant
that might pop up in the future.) It’s the most useless degree I could have
gotten, especially since I have no desire to teach. Yes, I’m aware of that, but
I studied what I love. So fck right off.
I’ve been reading, if
mum is to be believed, since I was two. And I haven’t stopped. Most little
girls want make up, Barbies, and shoes. I wanted books, video games, and
fireworks to blow up Barbies. I was/am a tomboyish outsider loner type. Only a
couple of friends, most of my time spent in other worlds with fictional
companions I wished were real. My world never made much sense to me, so I loved
to escape into others. I never liked myself or saw any value in my talents and
accomplishments, so I found comfort in those of heroes, or scoundrels, anyone
in the stories I would devour, fictional people I wanted to be like one day...
Despite no one walking around carrying swords or riding battle steeds and
casting magic. Sitting alone and reading in a little nook in the house, against
a tree in a park or on top of a rock on the beach, even sitting in the front
seat of a car and hearing rain hit the windshield, made me feel as though the
book was made for me, and me alone. It was my world. But after a
while, I got lonely in intangible realms with amazing people I couldn’t speak to
outside of my own twisted little mind. So I started to share them with the real
friends I had. And new ones I had made. And that’s what I’m hoping to do here.
Share my love of reading and meet new people.
So what’s my focus point for this? Aside from
self-promotion of course? Sht if I know. It could be anything, really. What I’m
reading, what I’m watching, what I ate or what color my underwear is. I figure
I’ve got a 30,000$ piece of paper that decrees I should know how to critique
and produce literature from a scholarly standpoint, and that’s pretty much what
I guess I’ll try to do. While working on my own attempt(s) to enter the
literary world. Obvi.
At first I thought I
should cynically and humorously critique books, then pair them with pictures of
me reading in my underwear/in strange locations, more than likely planking or
wearing stupid hats. I’ll at least get hits for the semi-sexy Where’s Waldo-esque
stupidity. Then I started thinking that I wouldn’t be taken seriously, and I
sort of need something legit to get my name out there. So I thought about all
the things that make me bitch and complain to my friends on the daily. And I
realized; I’m trying to finish an urban noir fantasy book. My friends read
these kinds of books. (I can take credit for most of that, I’ve passed my
current favorite series to at least 15 people. You might find out what series
exactly in a future post.) We’re pretty down to earth, semi-geeky individuals
that can argue and debate intelligently with curse words AND valid, well
researched points, without being immature twts about it. There may be more
people like me, and us, out there somewhere. I should start a blog about daily
nitpicks in all aspects of my life, and see who I can troll… I mean, with whom
I can relate.
Yeah, that’s right. I
used “whom.” I can write like a lady should I so choose. But don’t get used to
it. I’m very casual. Clearly, from the usage of the vulgarities and less than
proper sentence structure in this post alone. But may whatever god you believe
in help you if there are spelling/grammatical errors/incomprehensible gibberish
in any responses you post. I’m vicious with typos and improper usage of
your/you’re, there/their/they’re, and wen ppl typ lik dis.
So I guess it’s a
general blog. About anything and everything. And I suppose I’ll update with my
book’s progress once in a while (Read as; when I do more than minor edits.) I won’t
share too much info on it, though-Can’t release the beast before its ready.
Might lose steam on it if I do. I CAN say that it’s urban noir/paranormal
fantasy, WITH NO SPARKLY VAMPIRES, and is 7 chapters, 164 pages long at the
moment. I’m aiming for twenty chapters, around 400 pages, and I have outlines
for a prequel and a sequel. We’ll see how that factors in if I finish this
project, which could be a standalone, or a series in and of itself. Whatever
will get it published, I don’t give a fck. But I promise you. I’m taking it
seriously. It means the world to me. I won’t let this baby out into the great
wide unknown until I’m proud of it. And I hope you’ll like it, too.
I'll try and stick to schedule; probably Thursdays. I shalt steal your Thursdays. Muh ha ha.
Welcome to the world
where the air I breathe is mine.
- RaRa out.
