There's no more hiding in the shadows of internet-lurking obscurity for me. I've bitten the bullet. I've shoved myself off the point of no return. I have done what all the hob-nobs and snoots of the literary world tell us feeble fiction newbies to do--
I have finally made a blog.
(Wait, is that how you use "hob-nobs"? Pretty sure a hob-nob is an item, not a person. Like a door knob? Whatever.)
(...A panicked trip to dictionary.com strikes me down by revealing it is a verb. I've dishonored my professors and my family name. I'm shredding my English degree.)
Well, since you're still here, I suppose I've entertained you enough that now we're stuck with each other. So sit down. I'll pull up a chair. Or a stool.
Actually, having just moved, I currently have neither.
I'm Jeannette Jonic. 26. Female. Bachelor of Arts in English, Creative Writing. Reader, Roleplayer, Player of Video Games, and Dare-I-Call-It?-Writer.
You'll probably see a lot of my ramblings here on a wide variety of topics, but I'm going to try to be a good little girl and focus on my (usually fantasy fiction) stories: a pot of bubbling ideas, half-formed stories, and the manuscript-in-progress for my multi-trilogy Monster Opus, The Victor's Blade.
--More on that one especially in later posts. Much, much more.
So, in the immortal words of D.J. MacHale in his Pendragon series:
"And so we go."
(You should check those out, by the way. Pendragon, I mean. If you like fantasy and other worlds and sarcastic characters, that is. Here's the first book, The Merchant of Death, on Amazon.)
But enough about me. I want to know who all YOU are. Shoot me a message in the comments, please. I'm notoriously bad at checking e-mail. Introduce yourself (preferably in a way that will make me laugh at your cleverness). You can say "Hi" or "You smell like cheese" or something far better than those two silly examples.
It's a pleasure to meet you all.
Photo by Ruslan Bardash on Unsplash.com.
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