This morning, I wipe the sleep from my eyes and force myself to head into the office. So many ideas and hopes are buzzing in my head for this place. Worries as well. I admit it. Will I succeed in capturing the interest of even one random person outside my little world? Exactly what sort of revolution am I hoping to bring about for myself, and possibly others? Much to think about. May as well just dive in.
All this pressure is budding creativity. A good thing, right? Ok. I’ve got faith. No need to add to the obligation I’ve set forth upon myself.
I step out onto my front porch with keys in hand and a full cup of coffee. What is this? Something has been tacked to the front door. More like stabbed with a crusty dagger. It is a note of some sort with… wait… what?
So much for rising above the feeling of high expectations.
Gulp.
I better put on a corset.
A Letter of Authority
What is YOUR evil plan to unfurl?
*steps up to podium.
Hello. My name is juliafish. I am here to change your world. Open your mind. Take you beyond the mundane bubble that you have created around yourself to a place of change and revolution.
Not really. I’ve been reading entirely too much presidential rubbish and feel a bit brainwashed into believing that, in order to get you people to read my stuff, I will need to make ridiculous promises and boast my greatness. None of it is true. I’m just a girl with too much on my mind and a rich love for life.
My good friend, Nathan, has been so great to help me get this much anticipated revolution ball rolling. I owe him a Guinness or 6 for it. Gladly. One day you will thank him as well. The revolution will be grand.
Or, at least, I hope….
All in all the ideas are flowing and changes will be made soon. Little tweaks and nifty things. Pretty images and hearts and glitter and bombs and destruction and terror.
Hey! It’s my world. I can have it rain glitter while I shank you if I want.
Heath gets it first. Who’s next?
~juliafish
