Just write something.

So around the first W. Bush term, I was a pretty prolific blogger. Not, like, one who had readers or made money or anything. I had a Xanga. So did a lot of my friends. Probably important to note here that I was in college; I think the average Xanga user was probably a high schooler who wasn't quite cool enough for Livejournal. Anyway, I used to write a lot on Xanga. Every day. Thousands of words that came out of my young brain. I held on to that thing for years after all my friends had stopped maintaining their own blogs and it was evident that I had long been writing into the void.

And now I'm back, baybee!

Since those days, I've had jobs where I got paid to write stuff and I liked doing that and I was capable of being good at it. Writing actual articles for readers who don't live in the dorm room across the hall from me is, of course, a bit more challenging than spewing a train of thought on Xanga and maybe in general more rewarding. Still, I think only writing for work, even when it's work I enjoy, may have dampened my enthusiasm for writing and over time, it became harder for me to write anything. It became sort of torturous to start--much less complete--an article or whatever.

I've tried journaling using an actual pen and notebook and that's fine. It has it's place. I've tried freestyle writing in a LibreOffice doc with no intention of it ever going anywhere, but that's somehow not compelling. When bluesky posted this thing about blogging platforms a while ago, I bookmarked the page and thought maybe I'd look into it and do an old-school personal blog someday.

My current day job affords me a great deal of downtime that I regrettably must spend in a beige cubicle, so finally, I just started bringing my personal laptop in so I could dick around on the internet while waiting for someone to bless me with a task. Now seemed like the right time to start writing for the sake of writing. And that brings us to now.

Hey, so what happens when I hit publish on this? Let's find out.