The Great Procrastinator

I have had this blog for about a year and a half, and this is my first post. Well, there’s a little ‘Hello World’ post which claims to be my first post, but which was actually provided for me by WordPress, however I didn’t write it so it doesn’t count.

I was all fired up when I started it, but, as with everything else I’ve ever started, when I encountered the slightest problem I made a half-hearted attempt to fix it then threw in the towel. I am careful not to refer to this as ‘giving up’; instead, I use the procrastinator’s favourite words: “I’ll do it later.”

As you can see, later can mean anything from a couple of hours to a year and a half.

This blog is not for anyone but me. I mean, it’s public, so if you come across it and decide to read something, great. But it’s not a self-help blog, not an expert blog, nothing like that. I just need a way to get stuff out of my head and onto the page. Also, I’m trying to be a writer, but I have nothing for people to read yet.

This blog will be a bunch of different stuff, depending on what’s in my head or on my mind at the time of writing. It might be political commentary. It might be a book or film review. It might be song lyrics. It will not be fan-fiction – I find that ooky and weird and ‘Fifty Shades’ only reinforced that impression. Any opinion stated will be my own – agree, disagree – makes no difference to me. It will, more than likely, contain bad language, although in deference to my mum, who might read something, I will try my hardest not to drop any C-bombs.

So, a little bit about me. My name is Joanna, which is a straightforward name but you’d be amazed at the number of people who simply can’t get that last vowel out and call me ‘Joanne’. I have nothing against the name Joanne, but it’s not my name. I have a cat. Her name is Gizzy, which I do not like, but she came to me when her adoptive person went into hospital and never came out again – she was already undergoing the stress of a new home and a new person, so I decided a new name was one change too much. It doesn’t matter much – I rarely use her name, just a series of pet names (no pun intended). It’s possibly she thinks her name is actually Chickenbunny. I love her very, very much.

As I mentioned, I’m trying to be a writer. There’s some debate as to when you can officially call yourself a writer – I have completed a book, so yes, but I haven’t been published, so no? Who the hell knows. All I do know is that heretofore I have had three decades of soul destruction thanks to…well, that’s a rant all to itself. I don’t want to do it anymore. I can’t, actually. That’s another rant.

There will be a lot of ranting.

So, first post finished. I’ll try not to wait another eighteen months before I add another.