That there is a joke, because I will never own an Alexa, because the Internet of Things scares the living daylights out of me.
The thing about the internet is you can start a sentence with “the thing about” with absolute confidence, and sound like you actually know what you’re talking about, as though you’re an expert.
I am not an expert.
I mean, clearly, considering my last post was from (*checks blog*) March. Yikes.
Procrastinator? Me? I don’t know what you’re talking about.
There are a few factors into this. One, the day-job-search which turned into the new-job-navigation (five-month-mark at the end of October, woo!). Two, the attempt to Konmari my living space, which has had middling success thus far. Three, the re-engagement in my local European martial arts club, which I had dropped last fall and only got back into this summer. Four, jumping headfirst into more tabletop rpgs with some long-distance buddies, including my own pseudo-homebrew LOTR campaign. Also, this month I picked up sewing as a hobby, and actually made a pretty cool brocade jacket on the first try, if I do say so myself.
Life goes on. I’m not going out dancing every night, but I am busier than I was this time last year.
But the fact of the matter is that these things don’t excuse my absence on this blog. If nothing else, I could have at least spared a few minutes here and there to write “I ain’t dead”.
And if I’d taken a few minutes here and there to work on my novel drafts every day, then — well — see my previous post in March about writing being like brushing your teeth.
Writing-wise, I am full of cavities right now.
And then you look at the pile of Things To Do, which seems to get bigger every minute, and then (if you’re me, at least) you balk, and then you decide to ignore it, because in the moment that’s easier. That’s a problem for Future Me is practically a slogan of mine by now.
It’s not a good way of doing business. I can’t write this on my taxes next year, that’s for sure, unless something miraculous happens in the next (*checks calendar*) two and a half months.
It feels disingenuous to tell you now that I’m gonna work hard to be better, when I’ve made those promises before and not kept them. It feels disingenuous to say I’m going to try to post a weekly update, and write SOMETHING every day.
But the alternative is to do nothing at all, and I’m done with that.
I want to be better. So I am going to try — actively try — to be better.
And hey, NaNoWriMo is coming up soon. What better time to start holding myself accountable again?