About Going In Cold

If nothing else, TOLOTI has shown me that I am quite fussy about my work.  Despite the lack of published activity, I have continued writing drafts, none of which I have deemed good enough to post.  Instead, I continually edit, come up with half formed ideas and grow increasingly unhappy with the pieces I can bring myself to reread.

To combat this, I have begun this exercise of taking an hour to write the first thing that comes to mind.  Everything is made up on the spot and is not proof-read before hitting publish.  These will undoubtedly be even worse than my other output, but hopefully by forcing myself to put out content I will also become more confident and productive, if not better.

Mission Statement

Welcome, nobody, to my latest blog!  Enjoy the mild ride until such time as I lose interest or am driven away by even vaguely negative comments.  Unlike previous attempts, there is no stab at a unifying theme, no focus to speak of, just whatever tickles my fancy one day only the be regretted the next.  As such, no co-conspirators will be diluting the pointless verbosity, ill-considered word choice, shallow insights into frivolous topics and painful fiction that will soon litter these virtual pages.

Why, you might ask if you existed, am I bothering to undertake a theoretically public endeavor like this if I insist on being so unrelentingly negative about it?  In service of escaping my own head, a loose-leaf journal just seemed to lack the necessary potential for feedback that could drive the creative process and tolerance for criticism.  Plus, I can't read my own hand-writing.  Consider it a trivial act of courage for an introvert hoping to one day make something he is proud of.  Or, failing that, some jerk adding one more irrelevant voice to the din.