Yay Lets start a blog

I thought, hey I have already allowed one blog to fall by the waist side why not try for a second, so here I am.

You see wonderful judgemental people of the cyber space, I am an aspiring author in my last couple of chapters of writing my first novel, and so I thought ‘Hey why don’t I write a blog documenting the last stages and then maybe my quest to get it published.’ Don’t worry though my dear spam readers, I am not naive enough to believe I will get published, but if there is one thing the internet likes, is hearing about people failing. So once again here I am.

Who am I?

Well isn’t that a loaded question? I could start off with saying my name – but how does that really describe who I am?

Don’t worry dear readers, I am not a douche, questions like that will not be posed regularly in blogs. But then again I cant promise they will never be posed.

I am Kara, simple enough, 21, even simpler, female – well now that’s complicated. I am opinionated but hey who isn’t. The truth is we all think we are right, we all have our convictions but only some are so annoyingly arrogant about it, it kind of makes you want to slam a phone in their face. And no I am not Russel Crowe. I am average, every day, and it’s kind of nice. But then again who doesn’t want to be extraordinary.

However I have one thing that most writing, aspiring or not, don’t have. I know what it’s like to fear to write and read. It’s not because I was afraid that it was going to be crap, because as you can tell from my last paragraphs I have no problem with being crap, its more the fact that I didn’t want to be judged. Being judged is something nearly everyone hates, even more so if you are charged with murder, but I was afraid of being judged as ‘dumb’.

You see dear beloved one reader I may or may not have. I had a learning disability. It’s a weird term, but I guess it’s pretty true. To be disabled means to be hindered in your day to day life and when you can’t spell much more than your name functioning in society leaves you a little short.

It wasn’t as if I didn’t have a desire to read and write, but it also as if I was pushing myself to the preverbal limit to be able to. I just thought it was my lot in life.

Enter stage right Harry Potter.

I like many of my generation have Harry Potter to thank for reading. I have always loved stories, but when you can’t read you stick mainly to the ones acted, and I use the term ‘acted’ extremely loosely, on television. Yet there was something about the world of Harry Potter that not only taught me to read but to love to read and write.

But this isn’t a platform for me to gush about my love for the boy wizard but to explain why I am doing this. For me to come from the girl who had to learn to read and write while others were going on their first dates to the girl who is almost finished writing her first novel – it’s quite a feat, even if no one ever reads a single word of my story. So I wanted to document it, and as I am living in the 21^st century I am obligated to do it in a public setting, while still keeping some anonymity.

I hope you enjoy what this blog may end up offering, if you don’t, well sucks to be you.

Remember the 3 R’s Reading, Reaching and Robot Dancing