Thank you.

So I've had this blog for far too long and have yet to post anything on it. At first I blamed my inability to type my thoughts. Consequently, I dedicated a journal to blog posts and blog ideas. No blog post has been born of said journal. My graphic designer/sister/poet/emcee/teacher/mentor/homie America (@Rivaflowz) asked after a few weeks why I had yet to post. I didn't have an immediate answer, but I figured it out pretty soon.

I was afraid of how my writing, my thoughts, my rants would be received. Would people judge me for them? Would they make fun of my thought process, thus insulting my creativity? Would they fail to view me as an artist? Would I be shunned by "real" writers for grammatical errors? Hell. Would ANYBODY read them?

And then tonight I said I was going to make a tumblr (which I'm in the process of doing right now) and Riv responded, "Don't YOU dare." I automatically was ashamed. I felt like Stevie Wonder spending his Sunday School money on candy. Just wrong.

So this post, which is the first of many, is solely to thank my graphic designer/sister/poet/emcee/mentor/homie America for the encouragement, prodding, and threats of physical harm used to get me to write, and tedious work she put into this here pretty little blog that's alllllll mine.

All love all the time, sis. I'm forever indebted.