I haven’t been giving this poor blog the attention it deserves, I admit it. Other shiny things have captured my attention for the moment, tho the cycle of indifference will inevitably circle back around and you’ll once again wonder where I find the time to fill these pages with so much drivel.

I am a bit of a yo-yo on social media, too. My current state of mind on the matter (and it will invariably shift to something else, likely sooner than later) is that lack of participation leaves nothing but a void to be filled with something else, or put simpler: if my aforementioned drivel is filling up your feeds that’s a few less hate-filled political posts and ai-generated influencer vids for you to watch before you get bored and log off. If we all did that, the internet might go back to what it once was. I mistakenly thought that people would recognize the gaps and their attention would shift away, that if us prolific folks were not posting so much people would log off, but it turns out those same feeds just get stuffed with trash that is more entertaining than engaging with the real lives of your real friends. Who’d have thunk?

I took up a different sort of project on a parallel blog. It was one of those New Years gotta-do-something-fresh ideas that has given me a bit of traction for multi-modal creativity. I started a new blog over on 8 Clicks, the made up production banner that I have been using for my non-business professional work. It’s a weird line, I get it, but I do consider my writing and my creative self as a facet of my professional self, just not one I’m currently hanging a shingle to specifically market for—though one that I think rounds me out as a creative pro. It’s complex, but mostly I don’t want to hand over my writing as an asset, even just in the abstract way of directly connecting it to my corporation via a website. It’s mine, personally, even though the skills benefit both. And so I have a company and also a production house and they are different. Get it? No? Neither do I some days. The shorter version of that is I have been writing short creative affirmation style essays every weekday and posting them on a new dedicated blog over there, under my personal creative banner, and it takes up some time. I’m up at around forty posts so far. And then to make it more complex, I have been reading some of them into audio projects and then sometimes even doing a live-looping synth track as a backing vibe and—it’s just a helluva lot of fun to create, so I’ve been pushing hard on that. 

And none of that is to even touch on all the fiction I’ve been churning out by writing on a pretty strict schedule. Push, push, push on that, too. 

Meanwhile? Pushing less hard over here.

Between all that and other paying-ish work, well… these wandering scrivenings have become a little more sedentary in front of a keyboard these days.

Blurred together in the new projects and my current social media revitalization, needless to say perhaps that I am finding myself quite prolific online these days. I have been posting and back posting, and even dropping the occasional hot take (which, of course, gets exponentially more engagement than my silly word and sound and image posts). Undoubtably, many of you are rolling your eyes at my wishy washy whateverness. But people are messy and last I checked I’m still people. 

What I need to find some time for is art. I have been sketching, sure, but my watercolour has been temporarily sidelined. I thought winter would be an inspo, but it turns out when you learn that sketching outdoors is a real jam then returning to your cluttered basement to paint is relatively less muse-ful. 

I am still reading and logging my thoughts about books I finish. I am still tracking my media and writing little reviews, but I’m in a bit of a pattern of starting lots and finishing little, or worse, tackling books that are a thousand pages long and audiobooks that are thirty hours even on 1.2x playback and those simply just take time to churn through even if my attention locks long enough to do so.

And that’s how things stand, I guess. I don’t know that I owe anyone an explanation for this place, but that’s the state of things regardless. Check out the other projects. Know that I’m not idle. And rattle the door knob occasionally to make sure that I haven’t fallen into a deep hole of my own creation, huh.