A Direction

What is the direction of this blog? Does it have to have one? I've never blogged before, so I'm not sure.

One of the things I most enjoy about reading people's writing is the insight it gives regarding their personality or views on life. Even reading a research paper can reveal a lot about a person. Why do I read people's research papers? Well, usually because I'm checking them for grammar mistakes. I love editing and grammar—call me a nerd or whatever, but I do. Anyway, I digress. I often read people's research papers, reflection papers, scripts, and books. I have several friends who write books and send them to me. Yes, I enjoy the piece of writing itself, but I also like seeing the writer's perspective on things.

That's one of the reasons I got into blogging. I love reading what people are up to and how they feel about things. Random little stories, musings, and rants? I like reading them all. Just remember—everything you write on the internet is there forever, and you never know who's reading it. After that brief infomercial, let's move on.

Anyway, that's kind of why I decided to just write a random post for this update. What will my writing about learning about other people from their writing reveal about me? I'm not sure.

This is weird to me, since I used to have a blog before most people had blogs at all. Except it wasn't on the computer, and no one read it except me. So it wasn't really a blog; it was a journal. Now when I go back and read it, it kind of cracks me up. The things that were important to me then hardly seem to matter now. I've nearly forgotten that I had to wear a uniform every day to school from 7-12th grade. That my report cards were off-white, and I usually took 7 classes and 3 or 4 tutorials, so there were 11 or 12 grades on the thing. That I had two best friends in 5th grade who were very different and didn't know each other. That I had awesome birthday parties. That my cats weren't always lazy—they used to eat cheese and chase animals and climb our Christmas tree.

That's why I'm not sure what I want to write in this blog. I called it dream chaser because 1. It sounds cool. 2. I chase dreams. 3. I miss dreams.

3? I miss dreams? Yes, I don't dream anymore. Most "older" people will tell you that, but this fact is strange to me because of the frequency with which I used to remember my dreams. They say that everyone dreams—I guess now I just don't remember them.

I count it as a blessing to some extent, though, because that also means I don't have nightmares, either. I can't even remember the last time I had a real nightmare, and when I was little, I used to wake up sweating and terrified three or four nights per week.

I have a twitter, too. The reason for that is much clearer. "Melissa: So tired. Finally going to bed. #5:30am." So I can keep track of how little sleep I get, right? No, not really. But everyone uses twitter for one of three reasons: 1. To update the world about what's going on in their lives every 4 seconds. 2. To complain about EVERYTHING. 3. To spy on people. Or some combination of the three.

So what is the direction of this blog? Well, I'm going to relate it to something media comm: the discover-as-you-go approach. Like the making of a documentary. We'll see where this takes me.