This is a blog about real life.
No brand to buy into. No easy-to-swallow inspirational memes. No efforts to convince you I’m living my best life. I am a working class, 30-ish, midwestern black woman. A voluntary spinster. An MFA dropout. A veteran personal blogger (2008 Blogspot Era Representer — you can read my earlier posts in my book) who requires a room of her own away from Twitter’s frantic fanaticism and Instagram’s polished posturing. I live an everyday existence. A 40-hour work week-sometimes too much whiskey on the weekends-shit, I need to get on the treadmill-that dude is not quite tall/clever/self-actualized enough to ride this ride-listen to the same Game of Thrones podcast 1,257 times-how the fuck do I know if I’m doing any of this right-kind of existence. I write with the following in mind:
There is no permanent truth that will satisfy you forever. Don’t identify too strongly with your work. Stay fluid behind those black-and-white words. They are not you. They are a great moment going through you. A moment you were awake enough to write down and capture. — Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within.
If that sounds like your cup of tea, stick around for a spell.