First Post

I'll admit that I am a big copy cat. Enough of my friends have gotten blogs that it started to sound like a good idea. So hear I am, in cyberspace...pretty clueless. I don't have a premise exactly. But I'm a creative writing major at GCSU and I'm hoping having a blog will keep me from annoying my roommates too much by blathering on about whatever it is I'm writing this week. It's entirely possible that I'll just end up reading them my blogposts...hence making the problem even worse. Whatever. We'll see. I'll probably do some journal entry stuff too...maybe post some links to things that interest me.

To start things off, I'm going to sacrifice an excerpt from a Creative Nonfiction piece I'm working on. It's from an essay called "First."

First Mistake

On that first day, September 15, 1991, I was born into a cacophony of senses, each one nameless and terrifying and like the others. I was born into a flood of light, though I did not know it, and sound, though I could not tell sirens from symphony, and cold, which I understood only as the opposite of where I was before. I sucked in my first breath of painful unyielding air, my lungs inflating all at once like a balloon when it gives way to the pressure of breath for the very first time— and I screamed. I knew then that I had made a terrible mistake. Why else would I have screamed so fiercely? I must have slept so much in those early days, hoping I would wake up from this dream, this thing they called the world. “The world”: they said, with what I came to recognize as light in their voices. “Here baby; I have given you the world.”

That's All Folks!