The Beginning

Having chosen a career path in the scientific realm of my interests, and having decided to chase the bounds of discovery as a graduate student of biology, I am unfortunately divided from my second love: creative writing. Although science and creativity are by no means mutually exclusive, all the poetry in the world will not finish my thesis, and no amount of fiction will earn passing grades in classes that end in "-ology." But you cannot suppress the imagination of a writer (and I enter here that it would be dangerous to do so! Exploding heads and whatnot...) Through this blog, I give my muse exercise--"yard time", if you will, as compensation for being locked up in my brain all week, with the guards Logic and Reality keeping her shushed and tucked away in her cell.

This brings me to the point of my Muse. She, as I said, is locked up and gagged for most of the day, and, as you would imagine, this makes her a bit cross. So, she is off on a moment's notice, coming up with rhymes, alliterations, exaggerated descriptions, allegories, puns, similes, and what have you; she wastes no time in wasting my time with imaginative dribble. Thus, you can appreciate my need to give her a healthy, productive outlet.

She is comfortable with poetry, but I fear this familiarity is causing her to become blase in her attitude towards writing, so it's time to mix things up. So, fiction it is-- and this is the only rule to the blog. Subject matter depends entirely on the mood of the day, form will be manipulated to an absurd degree, length is not something I can even consider right now, and quality... well I won't vouch for quality, at least not yet. The goal for frequency is one post a week. We'll see how this goes.