Why am I here?

Why am I here? It’s a simple enough question, but something that’s not easily answered. Why is anyone actually on a blog? Hell, I don’t even know. All I know is that I am here, and I am writing to you, and ‘you’ doesn’t even exist quite yet because as of May 5th, 2015, at 12:56pm, I have absolutely no followers, nor do I expect to gain any anytime soon.

So why am I here?

The truth is as simple as the supposedly simple question: I like to write. I adore writing, and yet all I can muster up out of the cobwebs that writer’s block have supplied are some creative yet slightly crappy Doctor Who fan fictions (how it has over 100 subscribers is beyond me) and a never-ending supply of fiction ideas that would make me the happiest person to read.

The happiest writer? Not so much.

I’ve always noticed something when I write: I don’t plan out. I absolutely hate writing things out beforehand, because an organizer is an unofficial way of setting things in stone for the whole of the story. What if I want to add something to it later on? Where would it fit in? Like Monica from F.R.I.E.N.D.S., a moment of disorganization would throw my whole game off. I would literally probably have a crisis on my bedroom floor as I tried to fit in a new plot device into my already written out organizer.

You think I’m kidding? Exaggerating? Maybe physically, but mentally, that description is probably (definitely) extremely close to the truth.

So part of the reason of being here is that I want to defeat the demon that is writer’s block once and for all. Those cobwebs are bringing other roaches into my brain. Ick. Another part of the reason is to finally branch away from writing solely fan fiction, because let’s face it: unless my fic is the next Fifty Shades of Grey, I doubt I’ll be making any profit on Spider-Man finally banging Deadpool anytime soon.

(Pretty sure if Deadpool had his way, it could happen, though.)

Another part of the reason is simply the fact that my previous (and at the time of posting, current) blogging spot, the infamous tumblr.com, is driving me absolutely insane. It honestly is. Take a look at the blogs on that site and while you’ll find decent ones, you’ll also find Social Justice Warriors (SJW) that rant about things from their bed or couch, comfortable on their computers while they do nothing but speak like a prophet about the injustices in the world.

Let’s be real here: if you’re a straight, white, cisgendered male, you will be attacked by these SJWs on a daily basis, and if you say anything kind to said straight, white, cisgendered men, the post is blocked by thousands and shit will go down. I’m dead serious, on a positive post pointing out tumblr’s flaws, I saw more comments saying how the whole post was bullshit than I cared to admit. Because of course, tumblr is perfect, there are no flaws, and anyone who says otherwise are the scum of the Earth.

Fuck them. My only saving grace on that site is that I’m female and pansexual, and a majority of the time they forget my sexuality exists.

Anyway. This turned into a rant.

To all my future followers, I thank you for even following me in the first place. Hopefully by the time you follow me, I have blossomed into a beautiful writing butterfly who writes so flawlessly it puts J.K. Rowling to shame (but who are we kidding? She is flawless.). If not…

Well, I hope you enjoy tagging along for the ride.