The past few months have seen me writing more presently here. It was a great start and I was moving in a direction I wanted to go. But yesterday I decided to knock it all down and start fresh.

I have a tendency to start over again. And again. And again. I am undecided if this is entirely a bad thing. It’s certainly not black and white.

But here I am, again. Clean slate. This time it’s because I realized that I wasn’t really writing about what I wanted to write about. I was writing about what might be, not what is, or what was. The same way your brain can convince you that worrying is doing something, writing had effectively become a cheap stand-in for the work I really wanted to do.

If I’m going to write, casually or otherwise, I want it to be writing what got done, not what could be. Let’s see if I stick to it.