"Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end."
Or so the (cheesy pop) song is sung. I suppose I had to start somewhere, right? It probably sets the tone of this blog that I picked a lyric from a Supersonic song (the only Supersonic song I know) to open this entry, instead of something inspiring from someone long dead and moldering in the grave.
Personally, I'm not that fond of new beginnings; I much prefer to just skip ahead to the heart of the matter where I (hopefully) know what I'm doing. Beginnings can be so uncomfortable, what with all the not knowing bit. I admit it, I am a very happy know-it-all, and not knowing gives me hives. (Itchy little buggers.) I just can't stand it.
Technically, I already have a blog, on livejournal. I've been keeping it for maybe three, years now and it has served me pretty well as a proper vent of my life, my obsessions, my health. Okay, so maybe I don't get to write about my deep and abiding love for fashion on my blog. I tend to write about football (European), politics (geopolitical) and my life (or lack thereof).
While these things are all very much a part of me, they are not a completely accurate portrait of me. Not yet. Maybe I can change that here.
Or maybe I won't.
Intentions mean nothing is actions don't back them up.
I recently suffered a massive stint of writer's block that I am still crawling out of. I am not sure how often I will update here, but I am glad to have (yet another) outlet for my writing.
If you want the background blog: imbrium's tears
And, here, at the end of this less-than-stellar beginning, my dead white man's quote:
"Do what you will, this world's a fiction and is made up of contradiction." ~William Blake
