The difference between setting up a blog profile with good intentions and better ideas, and actually writing a blog, is somewhat striking. I hopped onto the computer with stars in my eyes and innovation on my mind thinking, wow, my first blog, so much to say, so I hurried myself through the set-up process, opened up a document and there I was, staring at the screen, with a rare case of writer's block. My fingers froze, my mouth hung open and an odd, strangled noise emitted from my throat. Honestly, my life is that of any other fourteen-year-old girl. Two brothers, two dads and a loud French family that could rival the size of a Greek one. What is there to write about?
And then it hit me.
I guess having a mom who writes for the Bangor Daily, a dad who spouts philosophy from a seemingly endless supply, a blended family that could use a little more blending and a little brother who runs around the house screaming things like, "Is a straightening iron some kind of tool they use on kids who don't behave in school?" could very well be a source of humor, enlightenment, and a new perspective on life in general.
Is this thing on?
