Why I Write

A response to Chuck Wendig’s most recent Flash Fiction Challenge.

I write for the worst reasons. I’m in misery when I write, and in greater misery when I don’t. I write for others’ admiration, crave the praise and attention, and hate myself for it, a self-aware sinner. I want to write but fear of failure, and so I vomit into text documents and rarely edit my thoughts so I never have to say I did my best. I love my ideas and hate the work needed to make them into stories. I want to write, but really I want to have written. I call myself a writer and yet I don’t write.

Case in point: it would be hilarious if I completed this essay, WHY I WRITE, because I haven’t written a damn thing in over a year.

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12 things about me

Okay, for my real first post, let’s start with an easy topic.
Here are 12 fun facts about myself.

  1. I am (at the time of this post) a freshman at Georgetown University.
  2. My music taste is 8tracks and Spotify.
  3. I am an active member of the Sherlock and Middle Earth fandoms.
  4. I have not read all the works of J.R.R. Tolkien and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
  5. I am named after Bette Davis’s character in All About Eve.
  6. My sexuality at the moment is dark chocolate, but last week it was mushroom pizza.
  7. I am a coffee snob and a self-proclaimed foodie.
  8. My foodie status is likely baseless and without merit.
  9. I was born in California but raised in New England.
  10. I have an unhealthy addiction to sweaters.
  11. My hair is currently the shortest it has been since I was five.
  12. I have no idea what I want to do with my life.

And now you know more about Yours Unduly. Ta da!

(More substantive post coming soon.)