Every time I go to write a new post, I remember that something terrible has happened in the world, and I stop.
Yes, this has been going on for years, but I’ve just stopped. That’s right, I’ve stopped stopping. While I harbour no delusions of my voice being a particularly important one, it is a unique one, and using it makes me feel nice, and that’s exactly as many reasons necessary for me to pick up a new hobby.
Why now? I’ve recently switched jobs, and my new gig does not involve as much writing, and my clever little puns are being abandoned all willy-nilly. They’re gone now. You’ll never know if they were actually clever at all. But they were and I can’t prove it.
There might be more coming soon. Or there might not be. My creative output is inconsistent when it exists in public at all. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯