Let's Know Me! (Part 1).

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Hi there! My name's Uchechi and I'm a writer. Been writing since I was little and now I'm 18. At first, writing was something I did because it was an awesome hobby. It made me feel cool. It made me feel content. It made me feel creative.

Then I grew, and sort of stopped the whole full book thing where I wrote a full-blown drama, with acts over here and scenes over there. I started writing little but emotion-provocative works. I wrote to make sure someone feels, and if possible cry in the process.

Maybe, it was because my mum died I changed this way. I no longer felt it necessary to write the once upon a time and the final, expected closure one gets in an ending.

Writing has been a lot to me. From being a partner to shield my lonely days to being the reason why I could get desperate, feel like a failure and start crying. I love writing but lately, I find myself writing what only my head will be a witness to. The ability to pen down my scattered thoughts have frizzled and I struggle to sound articulate on paper.

I begin. Then stop. Then start. Then feel sad. Then enter the worst pity party. Then give it a fucking rest. However, this is my first time blogging and this is my first blog out there.

Of course, I would have loved to write 'guys' but I don't want to start this blog expecting people.

And yes, it is weird to think that, cause if it's so, I should have just bought a journal or used one of those digital diaries trending everywhere. But I still want people to read my work. I want to build a community to share my itty bitties with.

But, it is not now. To place such heavy expectations on something new, I've realized, does not end well. And I want a clean slate. Clean beginnings. With the mistakes of course, but not the envy or comparison. I want to blog as if I'm talking to my best friend, just Xmultiple. 

Anyways, describing me is not a one day job. There are complexities to uncover, multi-parts to understand, and a lot of fleshy mores to write.

So to here, I start my beginning. 🍾🥂 I hope you follow through. I also hope I follow through. I hope I enjoy blogging. I hope the new challenging will be worth it.

But till next time, 
Bye and hope you come back to see...more of me.

Love,
Uchechi.



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