I used to write here a lot, then I wrote here a little, then I stopped writing here altogether, mostly because I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to write about anymore. Sometimes I would write about books and sometimes I would write about weird things I came across on the internet (or weird things others came across on the internet that they wanted me to write about) and sometimes I would write about assorted miscellany like words or my family or dating or sex tips from Cosmo. I’m still not exactly sure what I want to write about, but I do know that I want to write.
So I don’t know what having a presence here is anymore, but it seems a shame to abandon the one project I’ve had going on for longer than any other. That project is this blog, which has existed in one form or another since the late 1990s. I suppose if I were to have found internet fame, I would’ve done so long before now, since I’m hovering around 15 years of being out here in pixels. I don’t mind not being famous, and in fact am happy I’m not, though there’s a strangeness about creating in a space where the currency of something is based on how many likes or responses it gets, and I think that, at least for me, at least some of the time, kind of screws with the genuineness of the creation.
I suppose what matters is that I used to be something of a creative type, and at some point during the past year, I forgot what I want to say. Or, that’s not entirely accurate. I started questioning whether or not anything I said was worth saying (here and in the case of the photos I used to take), which makes it hard to want to say anything at all. What it comes down to is that I may indeed be a talentless hack who is full of crap, but then, have you looked at the internet lately? Exactly. So I don’t see why that should stop me.
I’ll figure it out, one way or another.
In the meantime, hi. I’m 34, my hair is turning more gray than I’d like, and I’ve spent a fair amount of time recently thinking about whether or not I am interested in venturing into the world of eye cream moisturizer stuff. I almost always order dessert, and when I don’t, it’s because I’m too full to enjoy it. I work with electronic medical record software, and no, I never saw that coming. I own a lot of cardigans. I like all babies and dogs, but cats and kids who are older than babies are on a case-by-case basis. I am moody and sentimental and opinionated. Cheese gives me indigestion (this makes me sad). I’ve written the beginnings of several pieces of fiction that I will never finish. I’m still not living up to my potential.
But for here, for now, I’m going to try to write some stuff (I said I would write stuff this year, and here it is, April, and this is the first time I’ve written a post in 2014). I’ll try for once a week and see how that goes.
I guess that’s all. Good day.