I’m not sure how I came across this decade-old article of Merlin Mann’s, but it got me thinking about the practice of writing, and the practice that I’ve recently fooled myself into.
Specifically, I’ve fallen into the trap of letting myself think that, because I happen to have a website that has a domain name attached to it (and occasionally will even associate my real name with that), the things that I wrote here need to be somewhat useful.
This is a falsehood, perpetuated by the existence of likes, reblogs, and comments.
Those things are nice, yes— I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t also receive the direct injection of dopamine brought on by seeing those little numbers go up— but in truth they mean very little. They mean, in fact, that I have been censoring myself for the sake of what people might think of me, either positive or negative.
So, I have turned off those things here. If you know me you’ll know that I don’t interact much with the social platforms, either. But I’d like to get myself back into the habit of writing and posting (yes, even publicly), just for the sake of making that clackity noise.