here I am!

First blogposts can be awkward. They're like first dates, or first days of school: first anything, really.  Should be the most exciting of times...but also just wholloping-packed with the opportunity for awkwardness.  I often sneer at first blogposts.  They're so earnest.  And something like 74% of the time, they contain the word "welp." 

Yet I feel compelled to give context for myself here.  To write a traditional "first post".  As if whatever I type will bring me into focus for whomever is reading.  The only thing that really needs to be said is that I need a place to share what I write, and I've decided to move from my old home over at livejournal.com. 

Why? Well, blogspot is cooler, that's why.  And if there's one rule I've always upheld, it's do what the cool kids tell you to do.  

It's been about a month since I've really tended to my little blog.  I wandered over today to discover that my "friends" page is completely empty: no posts.  I feel....I feel...like the little chubby 4th grader who brought her puff-painted lunchbox over to the usual lunch table only to discover that everyone else has conspired to meet together on the grassy hill.  Lonely.  That's how I feel.  And uncool.  I'm thinking puff-paint was kind of a third-grader thing.  

So I'm moving.  Moving to the grassy hill.  Moving because I need a place to put my stuff, a place that convinces me to create stuff.  Because in the middle of my crazy, crazy life, it can get really easy not to write.  But I value my writing.  In time, I hope to put it other places.  It may be fun to push the "publish" button, but c'mon.  

So here's what I want to do on here: post my writing and writing about writing and other people's writing, and sometimes even my student's writing when it really tickles me. I want people to stumble upon it and enjoy it, or hate it, or feel better about themselves because of it, or be inspired.  Or something.  

I don't ever preach, so don't worry.  I do have strong opinions about stuff, but writing-wise, I'm not a political or spiritual ranter.  And I've actually completely stopped writing passive-aggressive poetry which expresses emotions I ought to be dealing with in a personal and non-virtual way.  So that's good.  But I do still love to write, and I need a place, a cool place, so here I am. 

Welp, that's it.