Look, I’m going to tell you right up front that this is just me writing a stoned essay. I told you, my creativity bone is broken.
That translates into some joy has been taken out of this – and this is not your fault. The fault is entirely my own and it’s because I’ve obligated myself to write something new for you, every single day.
And, because I just don’t have that creativity binge, I am not sitting there and writing these all on the weekends. I also don’t have that many large blocks of time. (Something I refer to often, blocks of time.)
It has become a chore. Trust me, the ads don’t even come close to making it worth it. Nope…
But, it’s me who obligated myself to this and you didn’t do it. Err… Nothing personal, but I don’t give you permission to obligate me to anything.
No, I do it because I want to. I do it because I feel I need to do it. I do it because I’ve been fucking lazy and not done it before. I should have done this maybe 10 years ago.
So, I want to enjoy it. There are things I want to write and this is one of them. Will you learn anything? Possibly. I can’t say. All I can do is share my experiences.
I am going to try to answer some questions, perhaps some generalities that people may have asked in the past, hinted at, or just seemed to assume. Wish me luck! I’ll see you on the other side.
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