- So, first and foremost, I'm organizing a Minnesota/Wisconsin Blogger MeetUp. If you're from there area and would like to come, please let me know! I'd love to meet fellow bloggers and I think it could be a lot of fun!
- Second, I added our engagements pictures to our wedding bio. I don't know why I didn't do this forever and a day ago but I didn't. Anyway, check them out here.
- Third, if you haven't already and you're on Facebook, become a fan of After 'I Do'. You know you want to!
- Fourth, I finally switched to using my married email for Blogger. Which meant I had to re-add everyone I follow onto THIS dashboard. So if I'm following you twice, it's because I didn't delete my OLD dashboard so I could save all my pictures. So there.
For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be a writer. I think it's probably because I love reading so much. Nonetheless, since I was young I have loved writing. I wrote journals, all I which I still have. I wrote short stories. I used to LOVE writing ghost stories. I made up these ridiculous novels about girls and boys and it was pretty much to get out my angst about never being kissed.
And then I wrote my first novel. That, too, was about a boy and a girl. It was a horrible novel from what I can remember. But I let people read it. And then I wrote another novel. And a third. I did this all while in high school.
I stopped writing when my life started getting important. I had my first boyfriend and my first kiss. I had my first heartbreak. I went away to college and had my first bad roommate. I had friend drama and boy drama. Life was so exciting that I didn't feel the NEED to write anymore.
When I found out about NaNoWriMo in 2008, I felt this WANT to write again. So I did. I wrote and wrote and wrote and I won NaNoWriMo. But then I stopped. Until NaNoWriMo 2009. And I won AGAIN.
Where is this story going? I want to write. Hell, what I would LOVE is to write and be PUBLISHED somewhere. How do you do that? I really have no idea. I'm writing another novel again, though. And maybe one day I'll decide that something I write is good enough to show someone. Or maybe I'll get to the point where I'll stop caring what other people think and try anyway. Who knows?