Blogging, or something.

I was going to call this post, ‘Shit they don’t tell you about blogging’, but…christ, every person with a blog writes a fucking post about how to be a great and successful blogger like a bunch of people I’ve never heard of [they’re probably mommybloggers, the popular girl clique of the internet that won’t ever notice me because I refuse to reproduce].

And I’m not going to wade through all that shit, because wading through it seems to require buying this helpful book, or watching these helpful videos, and…fucking christ, really? No.

But good job finding a way to make money from desperate people. I’m not gonna play, though.

I’m just gonna wade into this all ignorant-like.

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Social Network Anxiety

I think I’ve made it pretty clear that I’ve got more issues than a hoarder with a thing for magazines. 

If not?  I just did. 

If it weren’t for the internet, I wouldn’t be where I am today.  I doubt I’d be in Colorado, and I certainly wouldn’t have the friends I have.

There are problems, though.

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Almost Superstition.

Every creative person has a ritual.

Most of them call it a ‘process’, because they probably don’t want to admit that there’s aspects to it that border on ritual magic, or because they think ritual magic is something more than a sort of…psychological thing. But it really kinda is.

I’m willing to admit it, at least.

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