Damn, a whole month already. This was one of those stretches of time that, when you look back on it, feels paradoxically like an eternity and a second all at once. But I’m happy to say that if this first month of the blog is any indication, going the whole year shouldn’t be too much of a problem, even if I am late on publishing some days (like today).

The hardest part, which reared its ugly head only like 5 days in, is what exactly to do when nothing has happened. Probably more than 50% of this thing has been random thoughts and borderline lying to you, the reader, instead of cataloguing my actual days. It’s been perhaps a reminder why memory is a dynamic process instead of a linear one. Fill the days with repetitive work so you can disappear into yourself and forget all that boredom ever happened, and when you look back, you’re left with the good times, the memorable moments (obviously, because they are what you remember). Like Homer shrinking back into the brush, the day-to-day experience of more or less just being around fades into the phantasmic ether of memory and tricks you into believing you’ve lived an eventful life. Why wouldn’t you believe that? The only thing you remember are events.

Perhaps I am thrashing against natural programming by continuing on in this way. A personal journal, sure. I could write “worked. watched youtube. silently disappointed myself.” and be on my merry way to sleep every night. But writing something like this, publicly? For all 4 of you? I’m forced to rant to myself like a madman, conjuring meaningless, pleonastic and longwinded utterances in a kind of delirious spell that surely points to my own inevitable dementia. Then I talk normal again like that’s supposed to forgive the insufferable ‘literary’ tone I inject to make myself feel smart.

It’s been a month, and I’m beyond stoked if I made even one poor idiot giggle once at my hackish drivelings. And crazy enough, at the culmination of this very post, I am up to 9,399 words written this year. Not too shabby. Although I do feel kind of bad for anyone who may actually read every post this entire year, because a novel’s worth of this? Really? You let that get in your head? That means I’m potentially sharing real estate with the other 4 books you decide to read this year. This isn’t a bit. I am legitimately cautioning you about continuing further. We’re both better than this.

Happy February everyone, hope your resolutions are holding strong and 2022 is looking to be a good one for you.

See you tomorrow.

Nick