Start your engines
I've been thinking about blogging for several months. I opened this account nearly 6 weeks ago, but everytime I think about writing, I decide to do something else. It's tough. I used to be able to sit down and write pages at a time without blinking, but something has happened to that skill and I'm blaming science. Years of learning and repeating objective pathways, places and processes; pipetting with the fervant hope that somehow all these clear liquids I'm mixing, heating, vortexing, freezing, and spinning will give me green cells or some mark on a film or gel or just a high number; and writing lab reports from a formula one of my college professors taught have quashed my muse.
As much as I feel like I should provide some sort of formal introduction, I won't. All I'll say for now is that I'm a biologist, I'm planning a wedding with a wonderful man, I love lindy hop, and I'm from the south. I'll be writing about this stuff a lot. The rest will come on a need-to-know basis.
As much as I feel like I should provide some sort of formal introduction, I won't. All I'll say for now is that I'm a biologist, I'm planning a wedding with a wonderful man, I love lindy hop, and I'm from the south. I'll be writing about this stuff a lot. The rest will come on a need-to-know basis.