For the last couple of years, I haven’t updated this blog almost at all, mostly because I haven’t been reading or writing much, which I consider my blog “theme.” So, after deciding recently that I shouldn’t let that stop me, I started brainstorming other things I could blog about.
Category Archives: Memoirs
Nobody likes ads. Or at least, I’ve never met anyone that likes them. I especially hate Spotify ads because they’re specifically designed to be annoying. But I finally broke down and got Spotify Premium. I decided that it’s worth $10 a month to be able to listen to infinite instrumental music while I’m working or writing.
Me, in a diary entry from 3/5/2009: *references crush I don’t even recognize the name of*
3/5/2019 me: If you didn’t go on to create a story with a protagonist based on him, twenty supporting characters, a new set of planets, and a unique magic system, you can’t have liked him that much.
*The first in what will be a haphazard series of memories from the 22-year archive mentioned in my previous post.
I know I’ve said this in like the last ten blog posts I’ve written, but I really would like to start blogging regularly again.
The theme of my blog so far has been reading and writing. I still love both of those things, but for the last couple of years, I haven’t spent much time doing either. In 2017, I stopped writing in my personal journal on a daily basis, and that made it harder to blog because I had dropped the habit of being reflective. I got one of those five-year journals in 2016, one to record things you’re grateful for, and honestly, a lot of days just get a TV show or a good meal because I have not been actively cultivating the right mindset to sit down and say, “This is a thing that made me happy today.”
For the last year or so, I’ve been throwing random paragraphs into WordPress with the intention of going back and writing a full piece later (and never doing it). I was going through my drafts to see if I had anything interesting to work on, and I found one from back in June were I was complaining, “It’s only June. I’m already dying.”