The huge laptop gently hummed on the double bed, I hunched over it, tapping my fingers on the side thinking of exactly how I will launch myself into the world of word press. Making a blog was easy, I already had one, a blogger google one, but word press seems a lot more professional.
I am a writer, the scribe of our times, the person who sits on by while the world spins along recording ever tweet of a bird ever shift of a shadow. I am the recorder of history, it is me who will tell the future people how we lived, what we ate, what wars we started. I will introduce new ideas, question the status quo, support the free thinkers and rebels that society has shunned.
I am the future. Word press is my medium. You, reader on the other side of the screen, you are my subject matter.