the endeavor

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I was doing a deep-clean of my room, when suddenly I became distracted. Or rather.. shall we say, inspired. To write. What was the cataylst to my sudden earth shattering motivation to pound it out on the keyboard? 

Crappy boy band music from the 90s. 

There, I said it. Boy bands from the 90's with their super-gelled symmetrical hair and pleather jackets will.. just never go out of style for me. Don't get me wrong... I am fully aware of the mediocre if not atrocious quality of music that is the DNA of their existance, but I just.. I like it, ok? Maybe it brings me back to my youth (yeah.. I was in Junior High when they came out. That's 15 years ago. I'm aging.. ).. or maybe... I'm just a lesser human being.

Anyway. Maybe you know, maybe you don't... but it is my dream to be a writer. If you asked me what I want to be when I grow up, if there were no limitations or obstacles, and I could pick anything in the world.. I.. would write. To entertain, to fulfill my own person endeavors, perhaps even to change the world through words. 

I'm not exactly sure in which field... I've dabbled with novels, poetry, article-esque writing.. at this point I'm unsure, other than that the world comes alive through letters for me.

So.

I have decided that in order to pursue this venture of mine, I am going to write in this blog every single day.

Every. Single. Day.

Maybe it will be 3 sentences, maybe 3 paragraphs.. but I've heard it said that in order to be a writer you need to write. Sounds obviously simple.. but anyone who dabbles with letters will tell you there are days when there are ideas and visions jumbled in your brain, but it seems impossible to channel it onto paper. Even then, or maybe especially then... is when you must force yourself to put pen to paper in order to hone your skills.

So that is what I am going to do.

But for now.. it's back to the deep-clean and musical washouts geniouses of the 90's.