my beginning.

To be honest, I don't write any more. It's been too long. My writing has been praised before, but none of the encouragement really stuck. I haven't heard it from the right person. 

This October, I gave birth to my baby boy, Andy. His full name is Andres Omar Aceves. He is the Sun to my Earth (corny joke symbolizing that my life revolves around him). He is the life my husband and I created. 

Pause.

You heard right, my husband and I. Eighteen and married is quite a feat. No, it wasn't an extravagant wedding, but my family was there, we stated our vows, and exchanged rings; it was beautiful to me. 

I started this blog because of a culmination of many things. First, a great friend of mine, Javier S., started his own a few days ago, and it re-ignited an interest in writing for me. Second, I'd just seen the film Watchmen and something about the subtle political thinker overwhelmed me. It was intense. That was how I described it to my previously stated friend, Javi. Third, was chance. A couple days ago I went to Half Priced Books off NasaRd1 here in Houston with my aunt. In the car, she asked me whether I had thought about pursuing writing. I told her how I had pieces I'd written scattered throughout my rooms, but I had a case of writers block. After reading Javier's blog, I quit the block and started the blog.

There isn't one thing my blog will contain. I'll probably post pieces I can't finish. Poems I found ridiculous. Pictures I find hilarious. More than likely, I'll write about people in life, or out of it; their quirks, gossip, memories, more gossip, and maybe just to talk about them. I might not even know anything about them. I will definitely write about my family, my silly day to day life. And most certainly the people I hate. 

Is that quality writing? No. Does it make me immature? Maybe. Does it cure my boredom and give me something to do? Abso-fucking-lutely. Here goes.