Who's this chick?

According to this gal.
If only I knew. J/K—of course I know who I am. I followed this guy's advice and, like, defined myself (and here I thought I defied description). He tells you to write a sentence about who you are so, of course, I had to not do that and wrote a list instead. In my mind*, I'm:

*I qualify that this is all in my mind because it most likely is.

Anyway, I like to think I'm all those things and, who knows, maybe when I grow up, I will be. In the meantime, I strive to just be which is, I reckon, what we all try to do. (That is, we all strive be our best selves, you don't all strive to be me. 'Cause that'd be weird.) (And sad.) (But mostly weird.)

Also; you should know right off the bat that I adore speaking in parentheticals and make way too free with ellipses. Hey, we all have our vices.

Right. So...

I've rediscovered my inner Morticia
since my Kid buggered off to college.
Mina Lobo is my alter ego, the part of me who hasn't been completely crushed by life's vicissitudes and still hopes to make her dreams of being a published author* and rocking the world with her tuneage come true.

*I wasn't having any luck engaging the interests of literary agents or publishers, so I decided to produce my work independently of a company. I hired the services of some hoopy froods who really know where their towels are to help me put together the best debut novel in my power and lo, That Fatal Kiss was born. (Hatched.) (Baked?) Er...

I'm also known as "Sephonae" around the Interwebs and may sometimes blog things here that I've posted elsewhere under this name (because I'm lazy). My sentiments (and pictures) are all me; I'm just obsessively protective of my privacy* (read: I can't yet afford to lose my day job).

*You may wonder why, if I'm so paranoid, I post pictures of myself.  Though you may not wonder, if you already know how vain I am.

Where was I?

Oh, yeah: if you want to know a bit more about me (hah!), check out my very first blog post.

My Kid was still in high school
when I started blogging.
What's the point of this blog?

I've come to live a fairly reclusive life. Outside of my day job, that is, and possibly because of it. That's not exactly helpful to a gal with aspirations like mine. I had to get myself "out there," into the world, somehow, to let folks know I've got stuff I wanna say to them. I write, I've sung, I hope to sing again. So I'm blogging to build my "platform" and connect with folks from the safety* of my laptop.

*For their safety, as much as my own.