Last night, I begrudgingly sat down to write. I was tired, annoyed, and tired some more, but I was in my routine and couldn’t not write. It was automatic. Not writing would have been the hard thing to do. This was the plan all along, to arrive at the point where I’ve maintained a practice long enough to just do the damn thing without having to force myself to it. Now, it’s a matter of maintaining this long enough to where even the idea of taking a day off seems absurd, and to turn this practice into something more productive than just screaming into the void. Granted, there are benefits to writing in this rather stream-of-consciousness kind of way. This blog has become a sort of random assortment of thoughts, considerations, interests, judgments, and a collection of art and design. I never had any other motive to show up and write than to just write for the sake of writing, which means I never had an overall plan for the content I produced here.
Simple fact is, I never had any overall plan for any of the content I produce on any of my personal social media accounts.
One day, I will set up a blog, a permanent place of writing where I will have a focus, a topic, a theme: something that will generally bind the content together. But for now, I’m content to just write for the sake of writing, each day putting myself closer to the point where no matter what, I have to write.
Anyway, here’s a poster of @vitoria from her set Dear Diary, an extraordinary set:
