Been a while since I blogged here. Let’s be honest, no one who takes themselves seriously has “blogged” since about 2003.
Like many creative kids, I was constantly starting journals or diaries, promising myself that this would be the one I would write in every single day forever. That’s how I ended up with a drawer full of exercise books that began with “OK, THIS will be the diary that I write in every single day forever.”
(And there WAS a drawerful of exercise books. Pick up from where I left off? Are you mad? There must be a nice, crisp, new page 1. Pages 2 onwards, of course, remain blank. Forever.)
The best thing I did the last time I started a journal was to promise myself that it didn’t matter how much time elapsed in between each entry. It means I now have a journal that lurches forward in time in enormous bounds, never getting bogged down with self-flagellation over the gap, nor mocking itself with hollow promises to be a better diarist in future.
It’s a wild ride, exciting or thoughful moments in time with no connection to each other. I do wish the gaps weren’t so large. It changes noticeably from the journal of a young man experiencing a series of doomed and often unrequited romances to that of an almost-middle-aged man mourning departed friends more often than he would have hoped. But along the way he’s suddenly happily married to a previously unmentioned woman, so at least that worked out.
All this is to say that I don’t see any reason why my blog should be any different. I’ve been busy, that’s all. Plus, I went pro, writing a few articles for the good people at The Hoopla. It shut down soon afterwards, so let that be a lesson to you all.
The articles are still archived if you want a read. But why would you? Who are you? Why are you still checking in on my blog a year and a half after my last entry? You’re weird. I like you.
And this is a silly piece about the trials of the not-very-Alpha but still heterosexual male. My favourite bit is when the last commenter straight-up decides I’m a closeted gay guy.
It’s nice to be back. See you in three years.