Here is a blog dedicated ourselves, and yes, we are selfish creatures. Allison does not like to admit it, but we are quite selfish creatures, and therefore we only know how to write about ourselves. And it is not even good writing, if you read through it. We make silly mistakes and know not when to stop.
This is no different from a diary, except we like the idea that a part of ourselves is thrown out into the world, because this is probably as far as our cowardly selves will allow us to express our thoughts and feelings.
So we write. We are writers. No guarantee on how good we are at this art, but we write and we have the tools to write with, so here is our blog and here is to a new beginning.
Love, Rena.
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Where should I begin? Rena and I have decided to collaborate and piece together our thoughts into one pot of muddied confusion? I am not a writer, not by far.
I am here because I want to clear my head. Not a good reason to attract readers, but maybe those who stick around will do so because they like the way we write.
Rena is a decent writer. I am good at picking things apart.
Maybe you will join us too.
Love, Allison.
