An Introduction to Experimentation

For me, the Summer of 2017 was one of writing.

Being in a quiet village (yes, it’s technically a village) in the middle of the Saskatchewan plains will do that to a person. With not many people around, and living on my own for the first time, paper and books became my company during lonely nights. I also got a Netflix account.

I wrote mostly songs and poems, which is no surprise considering what I was consuming. My reading list consisted mostly of a large anthology of one of my favorite poets and working at a coffee shop allowed me to listen to various music for nearly eight hours every day that I worked. Writing as much as I did was absolutely wonderful. I hadn’t written so much since I was in high school, when I was filled with both genuine depression and general angst, sometimes not being able to tell the difference between them. Being able to recapture my passion for writing and express myself in a way I had lost touch with was a valuable experience.

But summer is quickly coming to a close. My final year of school is about to begin. And although I’m in the English program and will most certainly write thousands upon thousands of words in the next eight months, there is something about what I’ve started this summer that I want to, and need to, continue.

The idea for a blog came to me at 2:00 AM when I really should have been sleeping because I was moving the next day. It was also inspired by the personal blog that I’ve been reading belonging to a very dear friend. I felt like was getting to know a new facet of somebody that I’m already close to by reading what she’s been writing, and maybe I could show (and discover) some new facets of my own. Most of my really good ideas happen at 2:00 AM anyway, so I figured I would give it a try.

So this is it. This is the experiment. To give myself a goal that is both reasonable and challenging, I have decided to publish 2-3 entries a month for the next year, starting September 1st. I am allowing myself to write whatever I’d like, inspired by whatever I’d like, in whatever format I’d like. This isn’t a journal, but it will inevitably be filled with many personal thoughts and reflections as the year goes on.

I hope you will join me in this strange little journey I’m vastly underestimating and underprepared for.

Many thanks and much love,