I want you to know I am not a blogger. I'm not even really a writer. I like to classify myself as a story-teller; I create in my head, not create on paper...or screen. I pass my stories through word of mouth, not concrete form that can be revisited as many times as you like. So I'm a bit hesitant to start this.
This is not a blog. This is the epic idea, according to my darling Whimsy.
But if this isn't a blog, than what is it, you wonder?
It's a challenge to reach 52 blogs in a year. A challenge that would be better met if the blogger wasn't very distracted by Torchwood. Why does John Barrowman have to be gay, again?
Over the coming weeks, you'll experience rambles, bad poetry, rants, amusement, lists, jokes, childhood memories, and just about anything else that crosses my mind. So sit tight, lovelies, and enjoy the ride. I think it'll be a bumpy one.
Wander safely,
Arc.
