According to my the home-page here, it was 84 days since I published my "maybe-this-will-get-me-to-write-more"-post, and I think that makes the answer to that question NO.
Last night, while my sick toddler wanted to stay up all night, I followed along with the olivia nuzzi/ryan lizza-frenzy that was lighting up bsky. First off, it tickled my dopamine-receptors in a way only the nowadays very rare campfire-moment, when it feels like everybody is talking about the same thing, cracking jokes and hurling hot takes every which way. But more importantly, it left me with a real weird feeling, I really wanted to write.
While it feels kinda mean to lay out, I think it was the extremely wordy, and honestly bad, prose from both parties that triggered the feeling. If this is what passes for prestige writing nowadays (or maybe if this is what supposedly talented writers can to without an editor), why the hell should I feel self-conscious?
So, let's reset - and try again.
As a sign-off, enjoy some of my favorite post from yesterday:
