Blogging and... the lack thereof
Ok, let's face it. I'm not a good writer. That doesn't mean I'm not a writer; just not a good one. Some people go to school for writing, get a degree, and steal unabashedly from other writers to flaunt their brilliance. I, on the other hand, keep detrimentally trying to only write original material, and therefore usually end up in inspiration purgatory. So, if you want to wait for two or three weeks between posts, and then get a rundown of everything I'm feeling about life at the moment, then read on. But, history first. I was born at the age of zero in a small apartment complex in Guatemala City in Zone 12. In 1983, it was right on the edge of the city. Now, there are quite a few more zones. Until the age of 11, I moved back and forth between the States and Guatemala quite a few times. Our cue to move always seemed to be me either completely learning or forgetting Spanish. When I was 11, we moved to Ecuador and I started learning Spanish again. My mother got div...