Turns out this July, some folk are doing a Nanowrimo thing, which I am considering trying out because I have an idea that I kinda want to get done and out in one chunk and it’s not like I’m working on any other creative writing project I can share meaningfully in a large group. On the other hand, this year has been a year of failures of ideas and failures of effort so I don’t know if I want to add a broken thing to the pile. It still put me in mind of something though, and that’s just how much writing I do and how much I don’t.
I mean think about this: It is pretty fucked up that I have a blog, a blog that I pay for, without ads, which is beholden to most nobody, and yet I feel like there are things I can’t say here. In what spaces am I going to feel more like I own them, like I’m in charge?
S’fuckin’ weird. I am a damaged weirdo.
I think part of this weirdness is that there are sometimes tweet strains which I haven’t been making permanent in some way, I’ve been quietly eschewing because I feel like… I dunno, like that is twitter content? Even when that content is blatantly better to use as a blog post? But by putting it on twitter I can hope that it’ll be swept away and maybe nobody will see it. I am literally creating content and uploading it to the internet in the hopes it is missed which is basically the exact opposite reason for why I even have a Twitter account.
So I may try this month to take a few of my recent twitter strings and try to condense them here, to at least be somewhat easier to link. Who knows, maybe say some things. Not controversial things, just like, things. I’m working up to it, okay?