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One Year Later…
What’s been learned, what’s been reinforced.
Hear Ye, Hear Ye, Skeevy Stoner Day is here again, the one day of the year when lazy potheads get to pretend they have some social relevance.
I began my Medium publishing journey a little over a year ago, one year and eleven days ago to be exact. I never intended to start writing here, however. I merely found the site because my estranged cousin is a writer and I wanted to see what she was putting out. She didn’t continue publishing here, but by the time I realized she had cut and run, my catalog of written work was well established and I wasn’t about to consider stopping. I guess I only started writing here because the pandemic necessitated a creative outlet, and puzzles had run their course as far as the novelty of the thing is concerned.
I’ve probably written two books worth of material in the last twelve months, so that’s something. Unfortunately, I can’t really feel any affirmative emotional connection to my creative works, as in I can’t really feel proud of myself for this level of output, even though it is objectively a level of accomplishment to which most others never aspire. What I’ve written merely falls out of my head when it decides it wants to, without much deliberate prompting on my part.
