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A Very Exciting Announcement {+some more rash promises}


oh, oh / somebody needs you more than you know / oh-oh, oh / ignite and watch it blow / beyond this world…

Before we start, please exit your reader. Thank you. I worked way too hard on my new blog design to have the formatting be messed up by that fool thing!

Oops.


I spent a really long time redesigning Steeplechase.

How was I going to introduce my new design again? I think it had something to do with fanfares and drumrolls. Well, it’s too late now.

Are you on the site yet? Good. So maybe the snazzy new design isn’t the only thing you noticed. Did you see the aliens that just crash-landed in your yard? Psyche! Gotcha! Made ya look!

Well, in addition to our new martian friends, maybe you also noticed that…

**noisemakers!**


The Real News

steeplechaseblog.wordpress.com is now steeplechase-blog.com!

I’m so excited to finally have my own domain! I can’t describe how it feels to get to this milestone. It’s something like ecstasy and curiosity, with a dash of anxiety and terror. But I can’t wait to fully use my new powers as a Real Domain-Owning Blogger™.

Which brings me to the scary, beautiful talk of PLANS.

I’m not really a natural planner. Usually, I find that it cramps my style. Nevertheless, I’m a dreamer, and as I like to say, dreaming is planning without logistics.


Psyche, the actual Real News

Up until this point, Steeplechase has been an “end-of-the-pipeline imagination dumping ground”, as I think I’ve said in several old posts. And it’s been fun to post mediocre art, unfinished stories, and general bedlam.

I’m not saying that it won’t still be general bedlam, but I’ve known for a long time that I’ve wanted Steeplechase to be more.

But the Big Question™ has been rolling around in my head for months now: if it isn’t a scrapyard of abandoned creativity, then what is Steeplechase?

I don’t think it will ever be a successful inspirational blog, because I barely know what makes me feel inspired, let alone hundreds of followers.

At this point, my art isn’t good enough to treat this like a portfolio. And besides, where’s the joy in that? The day my blog becomes a resume builder will be the day it’s no longer fun.

I’m not a bookish person (yes, I’ve come to terms with it). I don’t really care for photography (despite how necessary it is to blogging). I have no tips to share, no pseudo-sage advice to impart to you guys.

Over the past few months, I’ve considered almost every single blog “category”, but none of them have felt like me. I shouldn’t have had to be shown that I don’t fit the mold. To be honest, I haven’t ever fit the mold of “successful homeschooled teenaged girl blogger”, mostly because I’m somewhat lazy and kinda stubborn.

And then – eureka!


After all this consideration, I finally realized why I blog: because I’m different.

Because the things I like doing are delightfully weird.

Because my escapades are relatable and maybe people see a bit of themselves in me.

I’m always looking for adventures, and I love making a big deal about things that aren’t that important. (Who doesn’t?)

I live for living, and that’ll probably kill me off early, but I don’t it’s a bad existence.

My blog is about adventure – finding adventure – inspiring adventure. Big adventures, teeny stupid adventures. Creative adventures. Destructive adventures. They’re all part of a healthy life experience, and I feel like I’m the only blogger who talks about them regularly.

This could mean I’m strange and different. Or it could mean I’m good and different. I’ve decided to be optimistic and say that my deviation from the norm makes me special, even if the former is more accurate.

So even if I’ll never be an uber-popular teen blogger, I can fill this weird niche I’ve created for myself.

I can entertain people with my adventures in hopes of inspiring them to follow suit.

I can tell people that it’s okay to be truly weird. As in, not the kind of self-aware weird most people think they are. I mean the kind of weird that isn’t aesthetic in any way, that makes people wrinkle their noses and swear you’ll let go of it in a few years.

I can entertain. I can encourage. I can inspire.

I can do pretty much the same thing I’ve been doing for nearly three years, just with more gusto and a more regular posting schedule.

So? In the end, nothing has really changed, but also everything has changed.

This is the intro post I never made.

Welcome to the Steeplechase.

Officially.



In other news, I had a birthday! I’m sixteen now, aka older than sliced bread and Internet Explorer. I feel like I’m ancient, for some reason.

In other other news, I never did my birthday choose-your-own-adventure. Which you might have noticed. Or probably didn’t. I owe y’all one, okay?

In other other news, I’m going to make another promise. I would promise that I won’t make any other promises, but isn’t that another promise?

Sheesh, I really need to stop promising things.


Tess’ Unofficial Posting Schedule

*le gasp!*

My high hopes are to post three times a month, to begin with. If, by some miracle, I start being able to manage that, we’ll go to once a week. What it’ll probably end up as is twice a month, though. See what I mean?

If I fail, I fail. If I succeed, it will be the first promise I’ve ever kept true to.

Wait, does APADO count?


Sayonara for now,

{Tess}