An Introductory

Actively writing (and enjoying it) would be something the past me would never think she'd do— I can't blame her. Book pages were most intimidating to look at, especially for someone who's a visual learner. Nothing short of overwhelmed, my eyes would scan over the paragraphs of endless words, hands would trace over the pages, feeling the subtly raised ink permanently(?) embedded onto them.

But hey— life is full of the unexpected.

Considering I've been living in my head for my whole life (at least, what I can remember), and how creative I am (at least, I'd like to think I am), it isn't much of a surprise to find out that I gradually started to like writing (creative writing)— though it took a whole pandemic to learn such a revelation. 

As I spent more hours melting into the comfort of my bed, I read more. And as I read more, I came to understand (sort of, at least) the power and beauty of words:

I found myself smiling at how two unrelated words look so good next to each other (ex: grin stupid), or how thought-enticing titles can be (ex: Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop). I also learned to value em dashes more than commas (can you tell?).

Though my writing is unconventional— my uncle even saying that it differs from grammar rules— I like to believe that it's at least writing, good writing. It's sort of awkward at how a bit ironic this all is (considering my uncle is one of the better (thought-enticing) writers whom I know personally, as well as how he was also the one that got me into starting a blog).

But hey, it's in the least expected that we sometimes find the most interesting things. And in all the things unsaid.