writing about writing

Like the majority, I suffer from a few pet peeves. I don't like bad quality photos. Come on people, welcome to the modern world of digital cameras. I don't like the sound of my alarm. I don't like it when other people touch my hands (except for RD). Tuna is gross, snobby people are just insecure, and bad writing really bothers me.

It could be that I am one of the few people who actually get an unpleasant physical reaction from bad writing, but I have valid reasons to justify this pet peeve. When it comes to writing, especially self-reflective writing, we should invest time and thought into our pieces. Personal blogs are this millennium's online journals. They are more than a means of communication; they are reflections of life, works of art, and can hold sentimental value. Blogs are egocentric and self-centered to the author, and thus it would contradict the whole purpose if we didn't take pride in our blogging.

Maybe I'm too critical.

I can't paint or draw (even my stick people are unrecognisable), nor can I sing or play an instrument. I'm a terrible photographer (with a face like this, I belong in front of the camera, not behind it—just kidding!) and I'm far from crafty. I can't create anything with my bare hands, like sculpting, sewing, or any other needlework. I can't quite pinpoint where my creativity lies. Are creative people likely to express themselves in a variety of methods, or generally latch onto one definitive medium? Maybe everybody has a passion that burns inside of them, causing them to reach out through whatever mode of expression they can find.

For me, it is writing.