I started this journey some time ago. I didn't start very easy I must say. No I had a friend pulling me as I kicked and screamed before entering second life. I am a writer at heart, an old school Rp'er. The sort of writer that finds a writing partner and together the two of you create a world for your characters. Good and bad, ugly and pretty, drama or even no drama and this world becomes a place where two creations can go and do anything. It seems though that race is a dying race. Hard to find anymore and in my shared frustration with my friend she found Second Life and brought me over. I must say her acclimation for such a world came much easier for her. I'm the sort that likes to get an idea in my head and keep it there. Like a dog with a bone I don't let go very easy and sometimes can be down right insistent that nothing change. I will also be the first to admit that I know how very wrong this can be. I only limit myself and had I not finally downloaded second life (and got a new computer) and took just a moment to listen to my friend I may still be sitting in the land of frustration wondering where all the good writing partners went.
One thing I wish I had done.. was create a journal at the beginning.. and maybe then even you could sit now and laugh at my growth. It's not all been pretty but in the end it is worth it. I'm happy here I've learned to grow and adjust even find new friends whom I will admit is one of the big reasons I am still here.
I've grown as a person... I've managed to gain a second life... I've even made friends that I know will always be with me. So what now? Well now I finally start the blog that I created months and months ago when the smartest girl I know said.. "Hey Ky, lets turn our writing into a blog...." except she did it and I've been dragging my feet. I told you I was stubborn... So here you have it. Kyrene Glendevon's secondlife. I'm not really sure what it will be about. I'm sure mostly fashion and interior design of second life. I would be silly to try to get you all to believe me that I won't ramble about nothing and everything. Maybe someone will learn something.. maybe something I ramble about will be seen by another and say "Hey girl I get you" but whatever happens I know it will be an outlet to free some of these words that are bouncing around inside of me and about to drive me insane.
