1. What got you started blogging and why have you kept at it? Honestly, I love to write–especially how I’m feeling. I don’t really remember my first journal, but when I was younger, I had several different paper journals that I would write in randomly. I would mostly write when I was upset because it helped to vent my anger/sadness/whatever I was feeling. I eventually started a diary online (when I was in middle school). Since then, I’ve changed my blog/journal so many times, but I never stopped writing.

2. What has been the hardest age for you? (And why, if you want to add that.) Probably age fifteen/sixteen. I can’t really go by an age, but it was my sophomore year of high school. Granny had just died; I had moved away from all of my friends and my boyfriend at the time; my pawpaw died at the end of my sophomore year. I cried a lot. In spite of it all, though, it was probably the best year of my life because I grew so much from those experiences. I matured greatly, and I learned how to deal with life. Then again, that’s just so far. I still–hopefully–have many years to go.

3. Are you generally a positive or negative person? I’m a pretty optimistic person. Of course, I have my bad days, but I try to keep a positive outlook on life. It’s just one day. Life does move on. Sadness fades and happiness reappears, even if it takes a long while. You just have to find that inner strength to bring it out. Plus, without optimism, life would really suck.

4. What is your earliest memory? My earliest memory is also my favorite memory. I don’t know my age, but I’m pretty sure it was the end of summer/beginning of fall. The weather was warm, but not unbearably, and the leaves were beginning to change colors. Of course, it was Florida, so they mostly changed from green to brown, with maybe some slight red and yellow in between. I remember playing outside, barefoot probably, in the sand. I must have been thirsty because I can recall running inside Granny’s house. Pawpaw was sitting in his chair, and he said, “hey babe” like he always did. I ran to the kitchen, and Granny was cooking dinner and singing. She didn’t have a lovely voice, but it was familiar and soothing, and I would give anything to hear it again. I was so happy.

5. How did you choose your blogger or wordpress username? I wanted something different and interesting. The definition of “voluble” is “characterized by a ready and continuous flow of words; fluent; glib; talkative.” In reality, I’m a quiet person, but on paper, I can write and write and write. So, I’m only somewhat voluble.