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Hello! I am Paula Ann-Jane. But, since you’ve gone out of your way to get to know me, let’s be on a nickname basis. So, call me Pau.

I am the writer, owner, administrator, and designer of this little blog called Scribbler’s Head. In real life, I wear many hats the same way I’m all these things on this list. If you’ve been here long enough (2021), you probably noticed that from all the theme changes I’ve done for this blog through the years. 

Perhaps you’ll even catch a glimpse of that extent once my blog headways unless I fall into old procrastination habits. Because I admit I might be very passionate about this personal project, I also have a short attention span. My interests burn just as fast as they saturate.

A Short Story Time About Scribbler’s Head Otherwise Known As scrbblrs

As someone who has grown to protect her peace and privacy quite intensely, I think creating this website with every bit of my fragment is out of character. But here I am, going against all my rules, sharing a piece of me in every musing I publish, every travel picture I share, and every craft I express.

To be honest, this project started because of how much I wanted a published article with my byline on it. I didn’t expect it to encompass what I am as a person.

But since we’re here, I might as well share why I chose the domain “scrbblrs” for this little online existence. The first thing you need to know is that this domain is simply a shortened and less annoying version of Scribbler’s Head. If you “dis-vowelized” the word Scribbler’s, it gives you scrbblrs. 

I chose to have the possessive format for my domain because, similar to a scribble—my mind’s a labyrinth of messed up thoughts, ideas, and reflections that I wouldn’t be able to untangle unless I’ve written them down. And I thought, technically, that makes me a scribbler, albeit my less impressive skill at sketching.

Building on my being a scribbler, I also had this idea of wanting people to experience what it’s like inside my brain. It’s not exciting or interesting. If anything, I definitely have an uneventful train of thought, but it’s still cool if people want to hang out here. 

So, that’s when I added the tagline, delving into the mundanity of a Scribbler’s Head.

But Who Am I Outside this Digital Channel?

Now, adjust that the big-ass spotlight on me.

As I said before, I am defined by many things, and while it’s nice to be considered unique, I don’t think I’m personally striking or identifiable minority. But maybe for the sake of this website, I’ll lean more into my need to talk and connect through scrawled words incessantly. 

I’ll exploit my identity as a writer and use it as an adjective to describe who I am. Like Amy Dunne in Gone Girl, I, too, love telling people I am a writer.

I started my content writing career in 2018 and never looked back since. Not to brag, but I can confidently say that I have my fair share of writing experience. I spent my junior year(s) devoting myself to multiple writing jobs, such as technical writing, content writing, internal communications writing, and more. Presently, I’m focusing on a Marketing Content Writer role for a healthcare technology company.

In my downtime, I often freelance and ghostwrite for random blogs. But it seems like these avenues do not suffice for me to ramble. I also am—for lack of a better term—a frustrated author, an about-twelve-book-plot-ideas-with-only-halfway-done-chapter-two-draft kind of a work in progress.

And now, this. I created my little digital world from scratch for, yet again, endless rattling. But this time, it has my character written all over it. This time, I am writing as and for myself.

This time, I know it’s an avenue that is mine.

And so, I welcome you into the creatively ordinary cluttered corners of my head. This blog is my place in the vast acres of the internet world, just one in 1.13 billion, where I share hand-crafted Adobe Lightroom presets and personally written prose, musings, and blogs for everybody’s perusal.

I hope you have fun.

delving into the mundanity of a scribbler’s head.