Bloggers fall into two categories: those who have something to say and those who think they do. I suppose I find myself in the latter but I can’t help it. I like words. Mostly when they come out of my mouth/pen/keyboard.
I have written things before. My claim to fame is a very conformist poem about hunger in the world that I wrote as a kid in East Germany and that was actually publicly recited (by me, of course) at some half-important politico-cultural event. Along with a few fancily non-rhyming teenage outbursts of lovesick poetry and 4 1/2 hand-written pages of a never-completed crime novel this comprises my early work. I decided that a good writer has to have experienced a few things before she can write stuff that others might want to read.
My next attempt some of my friends will probably remember with nostalgia or horror, depending on their tolerance of lengthy sermons. The Memoirs of a Globetrotter were my way of keeping my family and friends in the loop during my two years of travelling around the globe. They were kind of a travel blog although, in my ignorance of modern little online helpers, I sent them as emails and attached the photographs. Well, you live, you learn.
After my travels I went back to university, and four years of writing scientific papers, essays and theses thoroughly dampened my desire to produce anything written in the near future. Obviously I have now entered the somewhat more remote future which means I feel the urge to write stir inside of me again.
Fun! I look forward to finding out what else is rattling around in that brillian brain of yours.
Thanks for the compliment, I’ll try not to disappoint you. There’s a long list of post topics waiting to be processed. Have fun.
Ah, yes, the abandoned teen-age novels and awful poems. I know them well. They make me cringe, but they’re also a necessary part of finding out if you’re a writer or not.
Hey Byron, who said my poems were awful! Although I should probably find, re-read and re-evaluate them before I dismiss the idea. But I’m glad I’m not the only one with a dubious poetic past. Thankfully we learn from our mistakes … sometimes.
Anyway, thank you for dropping in and making me question my self-perception. I have such nice readers!
you look so cute. so are your views. keep spreading your charm
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Why, thank you
Although, you are not just liking my views because the Indians have been oppressed by the British for so long, are you?
In any case I will try and spread as much of the legendary charm of zee Germans as I possibly can.