Intro and what I’m doing. This marks the ninth straight year.
On the old OD site, this was kind of a thing. Essentially, you write every single day of the month of November.
Much as I was back in the summer, I’m happy, which really does remove a reason to write. That was even before I chose to remove myself from most social media.
There’s really just that much to get wound-up about. I’m sure the DNC delegation of Facebook friends would disagree, but, again, I don’t care.
A longtime friend scored me a ticket to Shmoocon in January. I’ve missed the past three. It feels more than a little strange, but maybe I’ll get something more out of it this year.
So, back to what I’m doing, and why. I mentioned the old OD site. It’s been resurrected following its demise back in 2013. I’d purchased a lifetime subscription, which they did honor after reanimation. I had downloaded copies of what I’d written before it went dark, but there is a bit of an old friend feeling.
I’ve been horrible about writing, there, of course. (And yes, I’ll be reposting this there, too.) I guess the reanimation was right around the time I got removed from round two of being in the 1998-vintage icebox. (Originally, I’d said “shitcanned,” but I wasn’t fired. I was laid off because a guy not worth the C4 it’d take to blow him up didn’t like me doing things according to published regulation…)
As for why I do it? It helps me focus the many thoughts sprinting through this scarred brain of mine. Do I have something to say about everything? No. There’s things that nobody needs to know. There’s other things that pretty much are my sole interest; why bore people with them?
But it also puts me in the mood for holidaying. Can I really relax myself enough to enjoy them, for a change, this year? I’m hoping so.
So, on to it. Happy NoJoMo.