An Introduction, or, Man, I Really Would Make A Crappy Ballerina

In May of 2010, I graduated from the University of Michigan with a degree in Creative Writing, and pretty much no plan beyond "try not to starve."  I'd known from the beginning that it was an impractical major, but becoming a writer has been more or less my lifelong dream*, and I'd been told by several reliable sources to follow my dreams**.  I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it turns out there are not a lot of people sitting around with large sacks of money, just waiting for a proofreader or essayist to pass by.***

 Anyway, my grandma told me to start a blog, so here I am.




*Okay, so in second grade I wanted to teach kindergarten, and the following year I toyed with becoming a fashion designer (an era that coincided with wearing a hot pink beret every day, and generally a Time of Which We Do Not Speak).  Also, in the interest of full disclosure: when I was three, I wanted to be a ballerina.  Ballet recital footage from this period shows just what a pipe dream this was, though--I know it's considered good form to cut preschoolers some slack, but trust me: I was terrible.   From fourth grade onward, however, it's been writing.  There was a brief stint after watching the first Pirates of the Caribbean where I thought about going into 18th-century buccaneering, but I have a strong dislike of conflict, plus I can't swim.  Also: Lack of access to time travel.


**Many of those sources were motivational posters.  Maybe this was my first problem.


***I mean, if you see one, let me know.  Especially if it looks like it could be a leprechaun.