It’s slightly ironic and a bit of an oxymoron, I’ll admit. I'm a self professed writer, and I hate writing! Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good analytical discussion—oral or written—that examines a literary work or exposes and/or proposes a need for social justice. I even enjoy religious and political discussions, though I am highly inadequate at a dissertation over either! However, writing nonfiction for the sake of writing really strikes a nerve in me. I can neatly place all other writings into a little box: Narrative- for all my fictional short stories that I hope to someday publish; Persuasive- for aiding Invisible Children in Uganda; Expository- for all those long work related emails and proposals. But I humbly inquire, what is blogging? Word Publisher just underlined it in red; Bill Gates does not even consider blogging a word!
Sigh, deep breath… I am about to embark slowly, hesitantly upon this new(er) underground community that writes nonfiction blogs for the sake of writing nonfiction blogs. It’s a phenomenon I do not yet understand, but I am willing to learn!
Is there a welcoming committee?!
Sigh, deep breath… I am about to embark slowly, hesitantly upon this new(er) underground community that writes nonfiction blogs for the sake of writing nonfiction blogs. It’s a phenomenon I do not yet understand, but I am willing to learn!
Is there a welcoming committee?!
