I’m writing this to you after midnight on the sixth of September, too wired from a late evening coffee to sleep. It’s always this time, after the world has gone to sleep, that I feel the need to change my life in some big way, to rip the carpet out from under myself. 

I’ve always been interested in archiving my life in one way or another, from childhood diaries, to that one second a day video app, to substack and instagram posts (though, at this moment, the latter is deactivated). I even ran a blog on a different website years ago, though abandoned it during my undergraduate degree due to time constraints and a burning fear of being perceived.

Luckily, I’m older and less precious about other people knowing me in any sort of way, and so I want to try again: to carve out a little space on the internet where I can talk about whatever I want. I know there are other places to do this, but I grew up in the time when personal blogs ran rampant, and I loved nothing more than reading someone’s ramblings on what sort of mundane things they got up to that day.

(Well, not mundane. To me, everything down to what the weather is doing outside someone’s window is exciting.)

To me, there’s no social media platform that compares to a personal blog; everything else feels too curated, both by myself and other people. And besides, I like the idea of something being entirely my own. 

And so, this blog is born. It’s going to be a place of thoughts, and what the garden is doing, and where my writing projects are at. It’ll be a place for where I’ve gone, and what I’ve done, and which books I’ve read (or haven’t read). More than anything, it’s a place not limited to lists such as the one above. Anything and everything may appear here.

With all my previous archival failures, I am a little worried I’ll abandon it after a few weeks or months. But then again, if there’s no pressure and no schedule, no limits on what I can and cannot post—not to mention no thoughts on curating any sort of aesthetic, a trap I fall into on instagram in particular—then there’s nothing making me feel like I need to rebel, to deactivate or delete or disappear.

And now that I’ve said there’s nothing I need to write about, I do want to say that I’ve unearthed a book I started writing last year. In true Catherine fashion, I burned through draft one and two, and then promptly allowed it to gather dust in my google drive account. In untrue Catherine fashion, I’m now going in for a third (and final?) draft with plans to actually send it to agents, so someone other than myself will one day read it. 

This is very unlike me. I usually work on a book until I have nothing more to add, and then move onto the next one. There are no agents involved, not even any other eyes on it other than my own—something I’ve decided I want to change going forward.

I think I’ll end this here, because in all honesty it’s 1:17 in the morning and my latest read, Twilight Falls (by Juneau Black—I highly recommend the Shady Hollow series to everyone) is calling to me, as is my bed.

Thank you for reading! I’ll talk to you all again soon.

—Catherine

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