–noun: a plant having its seeds enclosed in an ovary; a flowering plant.
I chose “angiosperm” as my blog name while studying for the Biology SAT Subject Test. I was reading a glossary and I came upon the term. My name is pronounced in the word, so I immediately stopped and traced the word with my eyes. That gave me an idea for a username. I tried to find other words with “angio-” but their definitions weren’t as beautifully poetic as the definition for angiosperm. For example, I thought about angiology, which is the branch of medical science that studies the blood and lymph vessels and their disorders. It sounds all right, but I couldn’t think of an inviting picture that relates to the word. I didn’t want blood splatters across the header or a human body with webs of the lymphatics system in my face every time I visit my blog…
As you might have guessed from the clues in my first paragraph, my name is Angie. Actually, that’s the English equivalent (and common misspelling). My name is spelled Anjie. It’s a Chinese name, but it’s still pronounced the same. I’m okay with misspellings and mispronunciations (e.g. a French-sounding “ahn-jay”). Eh well, more like I’m used to them. I’ve toughened up over the years after frequent name butcheries by teachers on first days, substitute teachers, and… pretty much everyone else.
Anyway, enough about the name. I’m a fifteen-year-old (girl, just in case some of you weren’t sure) living in Upstate New York and hating the inconsistent weather here. I love math, creative writing, tennis, violin, reading, painting, and of course, my family and friends (that was in no particular order! :)). I am fascinated by the arts, philosophy, and people. I have a Facebook and although I’m not constantly on it, it is a huge wedge in my life. I use it as a social tool and entertainment (and I also had to look up my interests on my profile just to make sure I wrote all the important ones here… that’s pretty sad.).
I created this blog (it’s my first “serious” blog) to practice my writing and… I thought blogging looked really cool. I was inspired by the members of the WordPress (and other) blogging communities who have pages and pages of enchanting photos and well-written prose. Thank you so much, wonderful, creative bloggers, for the inspiration and influence.
This blog is sort of a milestone for me. When I was younger, I wanted to be a writer (I still do). I had trouble (and I still do) with sharing work. I think that hindered my improvement. I read books fanatically and spent much of my free time on writing, which probably contributed to some writing improvement over the years, but when asked to show my works, I shy away and hide under excuses. I even had trouble sharing the works with myself and accepting them. I always read the same piece of writing advice: never throw your writings away! I was foolish and didn’t listen. I can’t remember how many stories and poems I scribbled and ripped up. Today, I regret trashing the “failures.” I did keep a few, however. It is such a joy to read my old stories. They were so bad! But it was so satisfying to see the improvement and reminisce my childhood years. Gail Carson Levine, the author of Ella Enchanted, wrote in her book for young writers, Writing Magic: Creating Stories That Fly, that saving what you write lets you see back in time when you can no longer return. I am a little sad now that I only have a limited view of my childhood. Now, I am forcing myself to keep even the most hideous of all my writing. I’m also forcing myself to share my work even though I still get nauseating quakes in my abdominal area just thinking about it. Recently, I submitted a few poems to Cicada, a nationwide literary magazine for teenagers. There’s a close to zero chance that I’ll get published but I’m going to force myself to keep submitting. Maybe then I’ll be able to alleviate my fear of sharing writing. And I can’t forget that I just made a blog for sharing writing too. Yay for first steps!
Wow, I think I rambled my entire About page. I wonder if anyone would actually read this… but if you stayed with me the entire journey (or at least for a few sentences, words, or letters), thank you for reading!