Welcome, Good Day, It's One Thirty AM

I see that you've stopped by my blog.

From here on, you can do one of two things:

1. You can remain here at Chelsea Writes and begin to read the slightly insane, slightly insomniac, more or less crazy chronicling of my writing adventures/insight/thoughts/craziness from day to day, or,


2. You can go running for the hills.

I'd truly love it if you stuck around. ;)

Have you ever noticed how writers - not all, but a lot of them - seem to be nocturnal? It's nearly one thirty AM on the East Coast of the United States when I'm writing this blog post. I'm not too sure why this fact is true - perhaps it is because of the general quite atmosphere at this time of night - morning? - or maybe it is simply because of what one thirty and so forth really is to the writer's mind.

During this time of night, everyone is asleep. The world is quiet and it's only you. It's only the writer who is viewing the world. Everything looks different at this time, different to each person viewing it and to the same person who viewed it at a different time during the day as well.

I believe that each writer has their time - be it 1:30, 2:00, or 4 in the morning - where they can write their best because the world is different at that time for them. I haven't found my time yet.

I realize that I've yet to introduce myself. I've gone and rambled for quite awhile without ever really telling you who I am, haven't I?

Well, let's fix that, shall we?

My name is Chelsea. I'm eighteen as of recently, and I'm still a senior in high school. I've been diabetic - type one - since I was fifteen months old, but I hardly think about it because I've lived with it all of my life.

By any standards, I'm ordinary. I call myself a writer because that is what I am, but I've never been published - not like I'd like to be published, that is. The school newspaper isn't a novel, after all. But just because I'm not published doesn't mean that I'm not writing novels/fiction/random things at one thirty in the morning. I'm always writing. In fact, if you were to run into me randomly, you won't find me without a pen, a notebook, and perhaps my recently acquired Neo.

There, I've introduced myself: I hope that suffices for now. Whatever I am missing in there - I'd love it if you commented and asked questions. Please, don't be shy. I'm shy enough for the both of us.

Now, even though I have previously said that every author has their time when the world is different to them and everything falls into place ... I'm still a student, and being a student means that I've got essays to write in the morning and places to be that aren't here.

So, until next time, adieu.