New Beginnings
As an ex-writer, I think it prudent to first establish that I'm not quite sure for whom I intend this blog. If I still felt confident in my ability to wax poetic and show without telling, I'd weave something fanciful and you would just know who you are. But alas. These are my first trepid steps out of the Dark Ages and I need some slack. My exposition skills are rusty so I'll be blunt: This is probably a blog for my future self. I like the concept of being able to go through a chronological history of the way I think because, frankly, I have a horrible memory. This seems to be a reasonable insurance policy against my mutinous neural synapses. At the very least, its better than my current and cringey archaeological dig site: On This Day and Messenger threads on Facebook. Those age less like a fine wine and more like a banana. I've got to deactivate my Facebook account. It's the worst. The only other audience I could imagine ever wanting to rea...