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It’s been a minute since I’ve had a chance to give this much attention. I spent most of last year oscillating between having a mild existential crisis and trying to find a new job. It was an exhausting but ultimately successful process. With that taken care of I can give more time back to this.

Except I can’t. Every time I’ve tried recently everything comes out all wrong. 

I keep slipping into this “professional writer” voice which is terrible. It’s a bit like that affected poetry voice everyone at the open mic uses. Just insufferable. So in trying to avoid that I wound up avoiding doing anything. Since that’s not particularly helpful, I decided I may as well try to write through it.

The thing is, I fucking hate writing. Not the doing of it, but the cult of it. Leaning on it as a personality, a romanticized craft, an aesthetic, talking about it in hushed and awestruck tones…I absolutely despise all of that. I don’t care if other people love all that. That’s their business and if it works for them, great! I’ve just always felt uncomfortable forcing myself into that approach and giving it a shot anyway is what brings out the bad voice.

Anyway that’s all to say I’m just going to ramble about whatever the fuck for a while on here and try to snap out of whatever’s going on in the old noggin. Sound good? Good.