Hello again, everyone. It has been a minute, as the kids say, since I last wrote anything on this blog since July of twenty-eleven and now it’s still May of twenty-nineteen, so that is more or less eight years ago; a lot has changed, but on the other hand nothing much has changed. In any case, welcoming myself back here.
Until last month or so I have been micro-blogging (spending time on the twitter) until I came to the conclusion that the medium had become an informational black hole that was sucking away my time, attention, and energy. I’d been drinking from a firehose for several years and was simultaneously parched with thirst.
Well, blogging also petered out for the most part over that time, too, but through this strange journey of life during the last several years I’ve always thought of myself as a writer. When people ask me what I do, almost invariably my answer usually was, remains, and will be—regardless of my actual profession—“I’m a writer.”
Impostor syndrome has afflicted me for a long time, suggesting that no matter what I do in the professional realm I’ll feel like a fraud. A few months after I last blogged here I was a “60 Minutes” intern and felt I didn’t belong. Got booted out of journalism school the next year with eight credits short of a master’s degree.
Anyway, this blog goes back all the way to 2003, when I was 16 years old. Now I’m 31 years old, which marks ’03 as just about the halfway point of my life (so far). Suffice to say that I’m returning to a record that goes back half my current lifetime, which is weird. Incidentally, today is Memorial Day. Remember the fallen.
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