
Well, Fork.
Denver, CO. Meet my brainchild, Well, Fork. The gist? It’s a blog kinda thing, and it has four sections: Denver Bitch, Stuff I Like, Cinephiles, and Lights Out. Enjoy.
Well, Fork.
Denver, CO. Meet my brainchild, Well, Fork. The above graphic gives it away, but basically it’s my blog baby.
It has four sections: Denver Bitch, Stuff I Like, Cinephiles, and Lights Out. Denver Bitch is where I comment on the interesting things I see in Denver. It comes with a bitchiness scale. Stuff I like is basically just stuff I like. Kinda self-explanatory. Cinephiles is where I write about movies or shows. It comes with a film snob scale. And Lights Out is where I translate my brain’s (mostly nighttime) inner workings. Sometimes it can be pretty, sometimes it can be ugly, and sometimes it can be sad. It comes with a blah scale.
Why the blog? This excerpt from the About page pretty much sums it up:
I've been putting off this blog for years. I had a certain idea of how my twenties would go, and blog writing didn't feel like a reasonable or responsible thing to prioritize. I looked around at my (stupidly smart and beautiful) friends and, man, were they checking boxes. They were moving up. Even though writing always felt like home to me, I thought I needed to do more.
What I realized is I'm a circle peg. I'm a round little nubbin, and the twenty-to-thirty-something professional platform is as square as it gets. The thing about most circles is they can fit in a square, assuming both shapes are around the same size. It's not like a square trying to fit into a circle, which is basically impossible. So that's kinda been me. A circle peg trying to find home in a square hole. It fit. I could make it work. But it wasn't right. There was so much room around the edges, and no matter how hard I tried, I didn't feel like I was being true to myself. There was a circle hole somewhere out there, and it was my mission to find it.
So this blog is my try at a circle hole. This blog is my attempt to feel like... me.
Full disclosure: I wouldn’t say I have the mouth of a sailor, but I also wouldn’t say I don’t not have the mouth of a sailor. Ye be warned.