Hello, friend! You must be wondering who this babbling bard is. Yes? Allow me to enlighten you.
My name is Sierra Bailey, but you may know me as Sierra Kay from my previous (sadly failed) blogging attempts. Either name will work. I answer to just about anything, which probably isn’t the best thing now that I mention it….
Besides my name, you might need to know that I’m of the scholarly-type. Do you know the type that hide away between dusty book pages and only emerge when drastic measures are taken to extract them from their academic caves? Yeah, I’m that type. It tends to make me a bit of a bore around “normal” people. Normal is highly overrated in my world. A lecture hall is my playing field. Professors’ offices are almost as wonderful as the library. Almost. I’m the eighteen-year-old who’s already considering possible topics for my dissertation. Yeah, a master’s degree and Ph.D. is certainly in my future forecast, though, I first need to brave the storm of obtaining my bachelor in arts.
Outside of being an amateur academic, I am also a writer. Words are life. Or at least they are my life. I was telling stories before I could even write. Talk about an intense imagination. It’s the chronic illness of the artist, and the symptoms have only worsened in my old age. In junior high my library card was habitually maxed out. It wasn’t uncommon for me to read through half a dozen books each week. From the time I was in elementary school, I dabbled in short stories, poetry, and different genres of novels. It’s pretty safe to say that no one was shocked when I declared an English major as a freshman in high school.
However, I will say that everyone was a bit taken aback when I finally arrived at college and declared a minor in Spanish. I even surprised myself. In retrospect we all should have seen it coming. My heart fell in love with traveling at a young age. Some of the fondest memories I have of childhood are of family vacations, and trust me, there were many voyages. Mexico, Canada, the Yukon Territory, and over half the United States was gifted to me in a series of travels. Consequently, my heart has never quite settled down. There are still a host of countries and continents that I long to explore. Because of this passionate wanderlust, I’ve gained a deep curiosity about other cultures and native tongues…hence my minor in a foreign language.
Now where exactly is this series of digressions taking us? I’m not exactly sure. You see, I’m on a journey. At this point, the end of the road is still completely unknown to me. I may settle down somewhere in the states and continue to write speculative young adult Christian literature. I may wake to find myself looking out across England’s foggy moors or a crowded street in colorful Copenhagen. No matter where I find myself, I know that I’ll be learning, writing, and embracing the culture around me.
Care to join me on my adventure?