i used to be a writer. scratch that. i still am a writer. it's just been awhile.
i went to college with every intention to graduate as a writing genius put on this earth for the sole purpose of writing for the masses.
turns out i animorphed into a lame graphic designer instead. maybe not even a good designer. but a designer nonetheless.
deep down, though, i always feel like i've left something behind. there are always those fleeting moments when i think to myself--hey, i should write about that.
but i never do.
thus, the experiment. my insanely talented friend, christopher hermelin, dared me--triple dog dared me--to join in on this fascinating online service called 750 words. it is exactly what it sounds like--750 words. every day. it's not blogging, it's not social--it's a brain dump.a writerly brain dump where you write whatever is on your mind as long as it's 750 words. nobody reads it. it's just for you.
i'm going to do it. i'd be lying if i said i never wanted to write again. and i know i've said that to some, maybe even many, of you. but i was lying. i miss writing every day of my life. so--here goes nothin. 750 words. every day.
i hope you're right about this, chermelin!
oh, and just to kick things off for my very first 750 words, here's a picture that's inspiring to me--a product of our downtown SLC gallivanting last night.
