I Think. But, only when I walk home.

I have a wonderful habit. I guess it isn't a habit. It just is with you. I think a lot when I walk. Most of the time, it is about what I could write on this blog. Yesterday, however, it occurred to me to ask: why do I have this blog? Is there really an audience I want to write to? The answer, ladies and gents, is no. I have a blog as a creative outlet. I want to feel okay about writing about anything and everything.

Whether it be my forte: writing stories ridden with cliches.*
             *My freshman year in my writing class we were given two papers simultaneously. 1. Write a paper that is hardly anything but cliches. Stretch the story to make it more dramatic. This paper was given to 'de-cliche' our writing minds. Because we were then supposed to write a Personal Narrative. This was to be of an event in our lives that changed us. Really impacted us. Can I just say I learned well that first semester of college that you write just want the professor wants to hear, and not what you want to write. I won the writing contest for our dramatic, cheesy papers. It was a completely true story, unlike the Personal Narrative I wrote. So, what? I switched which one was a real story and which one wasn't. I didn't have a profound experience in my life that couldn't be considered 'cliche.' So lets just end it there. I write fabulously cliche short stories. But, everyone laughed really hard when I read it. AND, I won a whole bag of extra cheesy Cheetos to prove I was the Queen of Cheese.

Or the amazingly long letters write to people I see on my way home. You know, I will see someone and say: Dear Young Woman with the guitar and the crazy cornrows, and then proceed to tell them what I feel like telling them.

Or just about my life.

Or lists. I'm a list lover. More than anyone could ever imagine. Stop right there. I know what you are thinking. I am not an organized list writer, however. Most of my lists end up on the back of receipts, crumbled up in my purse.

So, here is to a new me: NOT getting stressed about whether or not anyone would want to read my work. A new me who just writes because she likes it.

So long, and thanks for all the fish.

Kylie Martinez.

oh also im starting to label things now.