We're all strangers here

My name is Isabella, and I am a writer. How fitting for a blog. 

If someone were to ask me to describe myself, I would panic but eventually I would get around to nervously elaborating that I’m a writer. But on top of those things, I am an enneagram four, a taurus, a wife, a friend, a hobbyist, a student of the occult and a collector of things that will acquire dust.

A collector, yes, I think of myself as a collector. I am a collector of knowledge, trinkets, and stories. All of which fuel me in my journey upon this Earth.

This blog will be a showcase of my life while I navigate the artistic torture and birth it is to write a novel. I’ve already begun but it’s been mostly me learning how to write a novel. I have read books on how to write books, I have listened to all I can on how to craft well rounded characters, I have outlined and re-outlined about ten times, and I have talked at length to anyone who would listen about the same damn draft for years. I am grateful for them. I know I teeter the line between insanity and reality when I begin to speak about the make believe I’ve created inside my head which is a place I am quite familiar with. 

I want to use this as a not-so-secret diary. The diary of an aspiring author who has mountains of self-doubt to climb and hopefully one day conquer. But if I’m being honest, I think a few of those mountains can stay, struggle keeps up grounded. 

I am deep in the depths of drafting. I am haunted by it. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am a writer. I always have been. I just didn’t know it. I didn’t believe that I, someone who is a claimed academic failure, could even begin to think of herself as someone who could put words on a page that could paint a picture. But I have proven, at least to a few, and sometimes to myself, that I am not that. I am not a failure I just have a lot of angst and it’s what drives me to write. It’s gotta go somewhere, I can’t commit crimes I’ve got a novel series to write.

Enjoy.