Who am I? A tired single-mom handling two jobs and trying not to let go of her passion for writing? A pimply preteen who simply likes to string words together? A college athlete who would rather no one know about his sensitive side?
I could be any of those and none. I could be anyone on the face of this planet, from your neighbor to someone halfway across the globe. The truth is, you not knowing my identity gives me the comfort and freedom that my somewhat shy self who cares about what others think wouldn’t otherwise find.
As I sat trying to write for my other, non-anonymous blog, my fingers unsure and my mind second-guessing every sentence – I decided I needed a change. So Inkstruck was formed, my identity in the dark and my words far more in the open than they have ever been before. So feel free to stick around, poke and prod at the content I put out, and air an opinion or two along the way. This time, there will be no regrets.