This has been a long time coming. A train far away, a seed in the earth, a storm building…there are a bunch of metaphors I could use but let's just say: This isn't some flash in the brainpan.

I once kept an online diary. I was 16. It was semi-anonymous because this was the mid-90s and Google hadn't yet formed the internet in its own image.

Back then, I wrote more. I had an audience. I absorbed my days and turned them into essays, rants, letters, poems. It came naturally. People followed along and cheered or doubted or whatever. I don't know that it was **good**, exactly, but it perpetuated itself.

Then I graduated from college and in the midst of all those Life Changes, I didn't want to write publicly anymore. I didn't want to start again in that same place but without it, I felt lost, unsure of who I was or what I would write.

That was 9 years ago.

After a new set of Life Changes, I started to despair that I would ever produce any writing for an audience ever again. I will take a moment here to let you know that I am really quite good at despairing, so this was some top level, on-point, Oscar-winning despair.

I got mired in the Strategy Question. What audience do I target? What do they want to hear about? Any time I answered either question, an entire section of my brain felt orphaned. I wanted to combine personal with work with artistic but everybody kept saying that was a bad idea.

Then I found this article, which basically says, “If you actually want to write, then set a schedule and treat it like a job, then.”

Shit, I am actually really good at doing things like they are a job.

The obvious choice to me was to restart that stupid strategy cycle–oh, God in heaven, help me answer the extremely fraught question of what to write!–but in the depths of this despair I glimpsed the real answer: Any question that rises up between me and the act of writing must be shut the fuck down.

So yeah, I have a plethora of topics and they don't overlap. The internet is just going to have to deal with my bicycling-knitting-choreographer-drupal developer-recipes-writer-fiction-hiking reviews-poetry-essays-drawrings-travelogue niche.

So, here we are. You, whoever you are, and me. I don't want to play games with buzzfeed lists or wordcount or what's above the fold. I want to write well on things that interest me, and until I get good at that, I want to write often on things that interest me.

No strategy. No games. Writing. Indulging. Producing.

Cuz if it feeeeeeels good, do it.