I’m writing this instead of doing my homework. Sure, it’s not wise to leave reading 25 pages of German till late at night, but I like to live dangerously (lol I absolutely do not).
The other day Lona asked me if I write creative non-fiction. I said no. I try my hardest to avoid doing things that I think I’m not good at, and creative writing has always given me fits. I’ve never been able to find my own voice, since I was too worried about sounding profound and obsessing over what other folks were doing. This little blog is an attempt to be myself. Expect musings on personal identity, mental illness, and history topics. And cats.
That’s it for tonight — Emil und die Detektive awaits. Snoozy floof Penny says night night.