So if you only know me as Nama and not my other name (which Nama is a portmanteau of), then you don’t know that being a blogger is actually something I used to do before I went all in with streaming and other creative endeavors. Let’s talk about that.

I started blogging back in 2003 in college, as a way to channel what I learned to be major depression. As a writer, being able to write things down as an outlet was a must, especially since I went away to college and was homesick for those 10 months I stayed on campus.

(I know, “you went to college?!” That’s another story for another day, but yes I did. I majored in Theater and Media)

If you remember Xanga, then you are not only old, but you probably had one yourself if you were a blogger. Either Xanga or Livejournal before getting a domain name and hosting on the cheap was a thing. Anyway, I started there. Xanga is also how I learned to do basic HTML code. And the rest, I guess, is history…or in my case, theirstory. I had a few self-hosted blogs up until just a few years ago when I decided to give them up for multiple reasons. Well for one, I just couldn’t afford it. Yeah, there are free sites I could’ve used if I really wanted to blog again, but I was also a bit…busy? Or jaded? Or struggling with so much that writing was literally not in my train of thought.

Anyway, a good friend of mine got this domain for me so that I can start blogging again. Or just write in general. So here I am. I’m using this space to get my thoughts out, all (I think?) 5 years of it. The executive dysfunction is strong in this one, but I do want to say that I’m working on something that I will put on Ko-fi mainly. I call it Project Purple Things. I will explain it in another post soon, but I want to give a fair warning that I’ve seen some shit in my life, some of it very hard to digest. It’s raw emotion written in sarcasm at times. Some of it you think I made up but trust me when I say that you cannot make some of this shit up. Maybe some of it resonates with you and it might inspire you to share your stories (please do if you’re comfy; I may not be a professional, but I think I have a good listening ear).

Until then, I leave you with this:

When I grow up, I want to be a great storyteller. But too many sidebars might be a hindrance.