Hi..

This is slightly nerve-wracking for me, but I spend so much of my time writing that the idea of no one ever reading what I write is just plain stupid. This is basically going to be almost everything I’ve ever written [lyrics at least] over the last six years, except things dated that far back aren’t so much lyrics as they are the pathetic moaning poetry of a sixteen year old girl [soo, not much has changed].

I’ve estimated that one of three things could happen here:

1. No feedback
2. Positive feedback
3. Negative feedback

The latter wouldn’t be the worst, I don’t think that would come as a surprise. If anyone’s willing to provide me with constructive criticism I would be incredibly grateful, I waste enough time (a shocking amount of people would attest to this) and if writing lyrics is something I have no talent for then it would be good to let it go. So okay, if that were to happen, I miiiight have a brief meltdown.. I may even run around screaming, flailing my arms, whilst throwing myself at solid objects (which is not easy.. I’m told. I wouldn’t know myself. Definitely have never, ever done that. Ever..) or maybe I’ll just lock myself in a cupboard for an unspecified length of time until I feel like everyone who knows me has either died or relocated, to save myself any embarrassment. Sure the dispersion and death of my loved ones will be depressing at first but I’ll get over it, because I’ll have my pride and rational priorities intact.

I’m going to wrap this up as I clearly have a tendency to overcomplicate all things in life.. I hope you like this blog? Yeah. That’ll do.

“There was never a good biography of a good novelist. There couldn’t be. He is too many people if he’s any good.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald

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