Firstly, I’m nervous. I’ve been wanting to have my writing out somewhere for a while. Now that the opportunity is here though, I’m reminded that I’ve only really shared my work with loved ones and classmates. If I was a bad writer I think I would’ve learnt by now, but there’s always the chance that everyone’s just been merciful to the pretty weird girl.
It’s also unnerving to feel like I’m “exposing” a different part of myself than my “social media presence”. For a while, that was what I perceived to be my identity, and it’s terrifying to peel that back. Insert some metaphor about a snake shedding her skin.
“But Sara, you have an Instagram specifically for your art and you never post?”
Yeah, fair.
I think, for a few reasons, Instagram wouldn’t be something I could commit to regularly. Instagram is a visual platform. Photos, reels, stories–they are a form of composition themselves. Not to mention the intersection it has with cinematography, and the planning a good piece of content has as it’s spine. I hate having to plan when I’m making art.
I’ve certainly tried, and there’s a small handful of videos to prove it, but it’s always an afterthought. It’s only after I’ve painted the ‘thing’ that I think to fake some brush strokes for a nice shot. And God that is just so exhausting to even think about I can’t type about it anymore.
A blog though, that may be different. I mean, it is different. I don’t have the capability to post a 5 page story, test chapters, or post my silly little full length songs, on Instagram. If I can ever figure out how to format anything because holy shit that may be my crux.
Additionally, I feel like the people who actually read this will be a very very small subset of the people on my Instagram. If Instagram is full of peers from years I don’t remember and men who miss my cleavage content, then WordPress is full of my best friends who I will force to read my posts and the occasional academic I need to convince of my writing adequacy. Shout out to my writing professors that I’ll definitely send this to in a couple months because I’m a kiss-ass (lovingly, endearingly).
If you got this far you’re actually wild. Here’s a beat as a treat.
Battling in an elevator
Sara the Good Samaritan 