An Introduction of Sorts

"Hi, my name is..." Rebecca. I'm from White House, Tennessee. After nineteen years, I've spread my small town wings and gotten out of the only place I've ever known to live, White House... where I grew up and lived my entire life.  I now reside in Knoxville, Tennessee where I go to school at the University of Tennessee. I live in a tiny box (which some like to call a dorm room) with my twin sister, Caroline. She's my other half, and I am so blessed to have been born with my best friend. I always say that God knew that we needed each other. He did. He did. He knew.

I am a hopeful major in graphic design with a minor in studio art here at UT and loving every minute and opportunity. This blog will probably see many of my frustrations, inspirations, and all the things that don't quite make it to my sketchbook.

I must say that I once wrote a blog and tired of it within a good year... It's pretty heavy to spew thoughts and personal experiences for the world to read. But! One day I ran accross a thought on writing that rings true in every way.

But all of them are vulnerable and all of them are tense. They are driven by a compulsion to put some part of themselves on paper, and yet they don’t just write what comes naturally. They sit down to commit an act of literature, and the self who emerges on paper is far stiffer than the person who sat down to write. The problem is to find the real man or woman behind the tension. Ultimately the product that any writer has to sell is not the subject being written about, but who he or she is.

—	Willaim Zinsser On Writing Well

William Zinsser sums it up pretty well.  Writing is vulnerability, compulsion, and so often "the self that emerges on paper is far stiffer than the person who sat down to write". Good stuff. True stuff.