Once upon a time, I had an idea I was sure would fail. I suppose, if we’re being technical about the circumstances, it eventually did.

Sixteen-year-old me thought it would be fun — maybe, in the back of her mind, also figured it might be professionally beneficial — to start a blog.

And four about six years, that blog was my side project, my dumping ground for ideas, rants, and the occasional updates on my life as a writer as I moved from high school to college, and then from college to the “real world.”

But I grew bored of constantly talking about myself. And I had a feeling a blog about me — let’s be honest, a nobody — wasn’t going to gain more traction than the 20-something followers it had miraculously gained.

So I flipped my blog’s concept. A total overhaul; a revamp. I took a hub of…