This is my first blog ever. However, just because I'm new does not mean I can't get better. Starting now I'll be reading other blogs and finding tips and searching for anything that could make this blog greater.
So. Some things about me.
I have really bad social skills, which makes writing more enjoyable and easier for me. I may have a mild case of social anxiety but we haven't gotten it professionally checked out. I'm sixteen, and when two years pass I will struggle through confusion and a lack of self-confidence to find a decent medical college. Once I crawl my way through the doors and ultimately out of the doors of graduation, I may hopefully have some sort of interesting degree that allows me to work with something that I find to be fascinating- anatomy.
After confiding in one of my closest friends, I've decided not to be too open with my personal life at the present time. This blog was made in effort to complete a merit badge for a scout organization called the American Heritage Girls, so putting personal things about me on the internet doesn't seem like a good idea when this blog could be viewed by scout leaders or people I actually know.
As for the actual content of the blog, I've decided to make a depository for short stories I've written, sprinkled with real entries about myself (I'll make them easy to distinguish). As I've said before, writing is enjoyable and easy for me, but on top of that I love to do it and I do it as often as I can. Or... as often as procrastination will let me.
One thing I hate doing is admitting what genre I write. It's not that I'm embarrassed, no, (although some people don't enjoy it, but it happens) it's just I write horror. And when you tell people that a book, movie, or some other form of communication is scary, then it sets the bar higher and allows for disappointment. And really, this opinion of mine stemmed from a real experience I had- with none other than the famous Stephen King. He was the KING of horror, and I had gotten the impression that anything that he wrote would nearly kill me with fear. And it didn't. The first thing I read was most of "Skeleton Crew", a collection of short stories. Admittedly, "Monkey" and "The Word Processor of the Gods" were great, but none of them were as scary as Robbert McCammon's "Blue World", also a collection of short stories but way scarier and... ah, I'm being too much of a book nerd, aren't I? Well, Robbert McCammon is great, and I will fight to uphold the name higher than, dare I say, the well-known King of horror.
So, because of this, I'm not going to tell you that your socks are going to fly off involuntarily from sheer fright. They may, but it's not guaranteed. You may be scared, you may feel mildly uncomfortable, and you may in fact find a budding writer with little confidence and a little potential. All I can do is beg you to enjoy yourself. Take a few minutes to let the words soak into your brain like muddy water through shoes and into clean, white socks. Scroll through safe spaces and comforting nooks where fear and anger rule our emotions. May you find safety in revenge, comfort in terror, and strength in fear.
If you have any suggestions or criticisms I would love to hear them.
I guess that's it... bye for now.
Your sadistic friend,
Layla.
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