Now I feel like I have so much creative freedom! The words are bursting out of me! I can dump anything and everything in this blog that I’ve made! Time to go crazy go stupid! *screams in exclamation points*
I am a bit overwhelmed, if you can’t tell. My friend told me that I inspire her because of all the writerly things I’m doing, like trying to get journalism job (Brian, why haven’t you emailed me back?) and applying to a creative writing summer program (my sample is SHIT, so we’ll see how that goes). So, I decided, yeah, let’s try to look stuff for her to do. She’s amazingly talented and hardworking, I bet if I find her a competition to enter she’d have the time of her life.
Somehow, while I was in the whirlpool of BEST ART COMPETITIONS and HIGH SCHOOL ART OPPORTUNITIES and GOD THIS IS EXHAUSTING WHY ARE THERE SO MANY I found one that featured art AND writing. Which led me to a HIGH SCHOOL WRITING COMPETITIONS spiral. It makes sense. Everything I do always ends up coming back to writing.
Hah. I used that in my statement of purpose for the summer program application. I am such a good writer that I reuse phrases every five minutes.
After what seemed like ages of scrolling of through writing contests, I finally stopped to make this blog and now that I’ve let all the information marinate in my brain it’s safe to say that: I. Am. Overwhelmed.
There’s SO FUCKING MANY. And they all have cash prizes of $100 and they all have scholarship opportunities and I am worried because I can’t possibly do all of them. I am worried that I am not good enough to even do one of them. But I can’t mope around in my self pity for so long, that’s annoying. Nobody likes an insecure person. I need to listen to Lizzo more– if everyone were like Lizzo, the world would be such a better place.
I am probably rambling now, but I just love the feeling of translating thought to word to blog, when am I going to stop, help. This is just like when I got my first journal, or when I first made that private instagram account. I love the feeling of WRITING WORDS. I loovee doing it without worrying if the words are sophisticated or prettily purple enough. I can just be, in these environments. I can just exist.
Okay. I’m going to be writing on here a lottt, I can tell you that. Hope you stick around, if anyone’s even reading.
Ambition Bird 