Introduction

I never really thought about blogs as something other that what you see in that movie Julie & Julia.  I thought it was cool that this woman was able to focus enough to write a blog entry every day as well as work as well as do all that cooking... but I never thought it was something real that I myself could do.  Then my friend, lets call her Skyler, got a blog and started writing not every day but a lot.  And she was going on and on about how helpful it was to her and how much it kept her focused on writing her own individual stories and manuscripts.  And, well, honestly, all I could think was "Good for you!!  Now how about this other thing..."  I didn't really care all that much.  It was great she had something to keep her focused, but aside from that.... Eehh.

Then she contacts me a couple nights ago and tells me that her grandmother is good friends with this author in the historical fiction circuit.  This man happened to find my three chapters I had sent to Skyler, and he read them and immediately asked for more as soon as I can get it done.  It's nothing concrete.  But it's still a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

So Skyler and I got to talking about it.  I asked her about a jillion times if she was serious, if she'd seen him read it and heard him say it with her own eyes and ears, and she reassured me over and over that this was perfectly serious.  I've never been so close to passing out in my life, and for a few minutes I honestly didn't believe her.  But when I did believe her... It was like a train went speeding all up and down my body and around my head and back again and...  I wanted to scream.  This is what I've been dreaming of and working for for over ten years now.  Ten YEARS!!  And now its right there, right on the edge of my fingertips, and its so close I can almost feel it within my grasp.  Skyler told me the man had suggested I start a blog or start writing to magazines.  Build a fanbase.  As someone who is an introvert by nature, the idea of having a fanbase is intimidating, and as someone who is also self-conscious, the idea of me having a fanbase seems absurd.  But a blog.  A blog, I could do.  Its just like keeping a diary that you know your annoying little brother will read as soon as you're gone.  And... well, I dunno, it just seems easier to do then write for a magazine or something...  I haven't thought this through entirely, lemme alone xP

So... this is it.  Post 1 in my blog for writing.  I guess an introduction would be a good way to start, hence the longwinded explanation above.  There's not really much to tell that's not already in my About Me on my profile... Name is Kay, but those closest to me have started calling me Kiki.  <--- Not my real names, haha.  It's a penname, just one of a few I have in stock if they're ever needed.  I may change it later, may not.  I'm a 20 year old Sagitarrius going to college in the US.  I have a great family and wonderful best friends and a man-slave you might call "a boyfriend", muahaha!  I'm... a nerd.  I like to greet my friends by shouting "Expecto Patronum" at them and we make jokes about Edward Cullen living in the forest with his other fairy-friends.  If I had to choose any time period to be young in, I'd choose the 40's <3 But I really love all eras of history.  One of my favorites is the Tudor period, which is when most of the manuscripts I have are set.  And while I love the film version of The Other Boleyn Girl, both it and the book are historically inaccurate crap.  Speak to me not of Henry's cruel rape of Anne (he didn't) and Anne and Mary's bitter rivalry (they were actually quite close), because I will go off on you.  Yes - I am an accuracy tyrant, though I admit I make mistakes with it too.  I'm also a Grammar Nazi, so be afraid.  I am a Christian and an Independent voter, and a lot of people don't know where I stand on things because I don't feel like getting into fights about it.  And... that's it for now I guess.  I'll post again soon.  With what, I don't really know.  The Random House Express is turning a corner and I can't begin to guess where I'll end up.