I used to write stuff. I used to write stuff a lot. Leave a record. Document my journey. Shit like that.
That’s not really something I do anymore, and I think that’s bad.
It started with livejournal back in 2001. I only got an account after I found out there were “friends only” posts, and I wanted to see what my then-girlfriend was writing. Such noble motivation.
Anyway, I took to that pretty well and wrote a whole for about 5 years. Or, a what seems like a whole lot to me now. Then I moved over to my own hosted site. I thought it was cooler or something. I posted here semi regularly for 2 more years, then slacked off after I moved to Georgia, posting only a hand full more entries. (Though, I still get regular comments from people who find my Highway 301 post).
2 years ago, I stopped writing completely. I didn’t replace writing with anything else worth noting. Maybe playing more video games, watching more TV, and drinking more beer… or sometimes Jack.
During the same period, I’ve also spent less time interacting with friends, both old and new, who don’t live close by. I’ve played around a bit with Twitter, but certainly not enough to write home about.
Anyway, the point is, I think this is dumb. A lot has changed in the last two years, and I’ve said nothing about it. I’ve pursued little to no creative output. That’s lame.
I’m going to try to change that.