Ah, the glamorous life of an author! At this moment I am cooking up some frozen corn dogs and avoiding housework like a pro.
Beginnings are always hard and awkward. You start out with grand plans, epic visions, and a vast universe of possibilities, but how do you start?
I suppose introductions are in order. I am Tam, a figment of the imagination. Not sure whose imagination, but if I ever meet them I'd like to thank them and curse them in the same breath. It's been an amazing life, and a hard life. I've been an actor, a musician, a model, an slob, a mirror, a doormat, a punching bag, a professional, an amateur, a volunteer, a dreamer, a doer, a perfectionist, a mess, a poet, a singer, a couch surfer, a home owner, a painter, an artist, a genius, an idiot, a success, a failure...a lot of things.
To sum up, a human.
I've done blogs before, but I'm a bit rusty. Facebook and Twitter have us spouting out snippets of random thoughts as they pop into our heads, and it's been a while since I gave myself permission to sit and write anything of meaningful length that was not fiction.
I suppose now it's time to eat and fold laundry and clear the mess from my desk. The mundane things that writers have to get through to get to the good stuff.
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