Their is an unsaid expectation when you sign up for creative writing.
You words have to be so poetically romanticized that you make your readers just sit and stare at your blog trying to figure out how you put into words the very thing that has been on their mind. I think it's terrifying to find that bond that connects the readers and the blogger. I hope to find it.
That expectation is to then be met, in this first post, and then every word that you type after that has to be carefully thought of so that when people read your blog it connects into something much bigger than just one word. It's like how one star is beautiful, but put many stars together and it creates a constellation that every time you look at it, you find new meaning.
If you are hoping for that kind of blog from me, Olivia Bea (that rhymed, poetry is that easy) that is just not the case. My blog will include the experiences, good and bad, that make me who I am. After all, don't experiences teach us the most?
You will probably see a lot of my thoughts of my experiences that surround me. These thoughts are suppose to be taken with a grain of salt because after all, they are just my opinion.
That is why all blog are so different, because the things that happen to people shape us into who we are, it's really a beautiful concept.
I am very sarcastic (aren't we all?) but you will probably see a lot of that in my posts. (Unless the blog turns into a place where all I write is why I'm sad which I hope it doesn't but hey, I'm a teenage girl.)
You can also expect a lot of my thoughts written in parentheses. (It's mostly where my sarcastic comments go and if you were to remove the things I write in these parentheses, my blog would be a lot different.)
An American in Paris has been one of my favorite movies for a long time. It shows exactly the artistry that Paris is made up of. To be honest, that movie has gone beyond the idea of just influencing me.
Go watch that movie. The music, clothes, dancing, singing, etc. is what I am made up of. I could give you my pet peeves, my dislikes, my likes, my ambitions, my heartbreaks, and my accomplishments, but I just haven't figured out how to put myself into words yet.
So go watch the movie, or at least clips of it. The art the flows from that movie, flows through me and takes me to Paris where I can write whatever.
I don't expect to be the best creative writing blogger.
I am expect to be me.
