Just Write

I've only just begun and it's already happening...I'm too busy to keep up with this blog! Between work, dance classes, writing and keeping up with friends, all of my energy and brain space is used up. By the time I get home all I want to do is eat dinner, talk to my roommates, watch reruns of Sex and the City and unwind!

I do love to write, but I've never had a regular audience. So when it comes to blogging, I feel as though I have a certain expectation to fulfill. My fear is that if I write too often I'll go on about my personal experiences rather than stay objective on any giving topic (I guess it's the old 'Quantity vs. Qaulity' theory). Being a woman and coming from a literary background has resulted in a extremely analytical mind. I analyze, analyze, analyze -- whether it be a work of art or my own life (this is my curse). In essence, I don't want to dish out random thoughts. I want what I write to be coherent, intelligible and to a certain extent, inspiring. Maybe I'm just thinking too much (See, I told you I over-analyze).

I've taken many writing classes and the two lessons that have been constant are these:

1. Show, don't tell.
2. Just write.

Like most writers my internal editor always chimes in. But sometimes you can't take yourself too seriously, right? Right. So from here on, while I make an effort to be interesting, I promise to Just Write. I hope readers will let me know when I'm just not delivering the goods (I act like there's more than 5 people reading this)!

In the spirit of Just Writing, here are some fun, yet strange, tidbits from my past few days:
-Last weekend I stayed at a reformed brothel (seriously).
-Last weekend I also went to a local bar called Hudles in Railroad, PA and drank out of a straw shaped like a penis. Afterward, myself and about 7 other drunk girls braved freezing temperatures to enter a luke warm "hot" tub and ate bean dip.
-Tonight, I ate a delicious, home cooked Indian dinner accompanied by a chilled bottle of Riesling w/ my dear friends. Hosted at the apartment of the lovely couple Ami and Amir. We polished off the night with hot brownies ala mode while discussing travels to India and the ever so complex "Beauty and the Geek."
-My friends now address me as Luanne (due to the fact that I have mastered the southern accent).