Gloryfades.org

As you can see, I’ve changed the layout once again to a new Wordpress theme. I’m resigning myself to the fact that I’ll never be quite satisfied with anything of my own so I’ve gone out and found something that resembles something to what I desire. Not sure if it’ll last as there are approximately five billion different Wordpress themes I can choose from online presently but for now it will do.

Yesterday’s post was a bit of a departure from my usual entries. I wanted to experiment with a different writing style than I’m normally used to. I’ve never taken a journalism class in my life – which you can obviously tell! – but I think the entry turned out better than I had hoped it would; a little humour, a little (useless) information and some topical discussion. Not a bad mini-essay.

I’m still sort of struggling with the focus of this blog. I’m uncertain about whether I want to centre on a single topic or keep it general to keep people informed about me. Seems a bit vain when I actually write it out, to be quite honest…

It’s never been a day-to-day event type of blog, probably because I live a very boring life. The few people who do come here would no doubt slip into a coma if they were forced to read about what I do every day (which is largely not a whole lot).

This is why I’ve changed the sub-text in the header to read “Sexy profs, itchy feet, and other miscellanea” because it’s pretty apt – that’s basically what I write about! I like to muse, I like to write, I like to broadcast my ideas online. I guess I’m going to just keep doing that for the time being. I don’t see why it should change. The archives date back to 2004. If I haven’t narrowed down a focus in four years what makes me think I’ll start now? It would make more sense to start anew on a different weblog if I were to actually choose one topic. Eventually I might end up doing that.

I really enjoy writing and I’ve been doing more and more of it since school ended. I guess I never really considered myself a writer while growing up but not too long ago I was foraging in my chest (wooden, not digging around in the cleavage) for something and I kept coming across pages and pages of unfinished stories and poems. It made me realize that yes, Olga, you are a writer. You’ve grown up with a pen in your hand, or a keyboard under your fingertips and you’ve always had time to jot something down.

It’s not a huge revelation but one that has helped shape my own perception of who I am as a person, which is important for me. I’m at a point in my life where I’m no longer a child but I don’t really feel like an adult yet, either. Understanding what shapes me and what I am capable of helps me gain some bearing under all of these weird emotions that have been hitting me this past little while as I struggle with my own identity and place in the world.

I hope I never stop writing. Now that I consider myself a writer and I know I find pleasure in crafting words I don’t want to lose that part of myself.