I am posting this on the actual day it will claim to have been posted.
Yes, I've continued to backdate posts to create the illusion of a daily streak.
Yes, no one cared.
Yes, my brain is fried, and this routine is more draining than beneficial.
Yes, I'm still secretly obsessed with fresh starts and relaunches.
Yes, my brain insists I can't move forward until I've caught up and completed the purification ritual I've convinced myself is required to become a successful writer.
Yes, it is ridiculous.
Yes, I'm aware almost all of you are currently screaming, "Wait, what?"
But maybe this time, I've broken the cycle.
Maybe this is my permission to just let my freak flag fly. Write messy. Oddly. Creatively. Don't try to be someone else's version of a great writer. Just me.
Sometimes that means a brain overheated and thoughts scattered across the globe. Something I don't love, but post anyway.
Stop being so sacred and precious about the fiction series or review series. They won't meet my expectations. It is impossible to meet the expectations of an all-or-nothing brain.
And the streak. Pointless.
I have two shows this weekend and assignments due for clients. If nothing shows up here this weekend, I don't think the world will implode.
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