New job, new relationship...
...new direction for TNR.
Well, not completely new. Here's a kitten on a keyboard, because that's how I roll.
Onward!
TNR has been my labor of love since 2008. As many of you know, I started here completely anonymously, with only two people in the whole world who knew what I was doing.
At the time, I needed the anonymity and safety of a moniker to figure myself out, to learn to "soul puke," to get a crash course in writing without editing myself...for a small but supportive audience.
But after a while the audience grew, and I figured a few things out and I wiggled my way into a niche that I cared passionately about. I connected with you all and other writers from around the Web as we wrote and ranted and conversed.
And I have loved every minute of it. When people ask me about blogging, I often say one of two things: "You must be passionate about it," and "It helped me figure out who I am."
I've been in a relationship with this here blog longer than many of my real-life relationships, and I don't intend to break up with it or you.
But the reason I fell in love with blogging in the first place was because it allowed me to explore who I am, and talk about things I was discovering and exploring as I discovered and explored them.
I no longer need anonymity to do that...but I do need some space from the confines of a niche.
So, if you clicked through to the site today, you may have noticed some changes. For instance, my real name is emblazoned in the header, (you know, just in case you weren't sure). I've started to generalize my topics and I what I purport to offer.
Hold on to your butts, 'cause I'm not done. The new look and header are simply a holding place for when I move over to bigger and better digs: one home base where you can catch what I'm doing professionally (if that appeals to you), as well as read my "soul puke."
I'd like to still explore the dynamic of our relationships--how we date and love and break-up and hurt and bleed--but I'd also like to dig more deeply into how we can do these things better by being better, more informed human beings.
That might mean that one day I get all ranty about dudes who send dating messages that sound like an invitation to kidnapping and murder (for reals), and the next day talking about why it's important that we stop saying, "I'm sorry IF I hurt your feelings."
It'll be kind of the same...but different. But totally the same.
As I was discussing my transition from moniker to self with a dear friend, I worried that some might not take well to the change. Don't get me wrong, I ADORE my little TNR brand. I like seeing the looks on people's faces when I tell them about it: the movement from, "Oh my god, is she into p0rn?" to "Oh, I get it, that sounds fun...and just the tiniest bit naughty." It's memorable, and hey, who doesn't like a spunky redhead?
He had this to say (and he was right):
TNR is me, I am TNR, and at the end of the day, it just makes more sense for me to be one person/brand/persona all the time.
And I'd rather that person/brand/persona be able to dye her GODDAMN HAIR ANY COLOR SHE PLEASES, you know?
Whoah. Simmer down.
Anyway here I am, friends. My name is Sarah J. Storer. I write about things.
Thanks for reading. :)
Kitten on a keyboard found here.