I’m about to start this blog post off with a humble brag because I really like to put my best foot forward on these things.
Recently, friends and family have pointed out that I haven’t blogged in a while. On the one hand, I’m pretty pumped that y’all check back regularly enough to miss me. On the other hand, you’re playing right into one of my darkest insecurities— that I don’t have enough to say to consider myself a “writer.” Or rather, that I was born with a finite number of things to say and I’ve already said them all.
But here’s the thing. I write every single day. It’s my job. And I love it! However, it tends to send me into an endless loop of procrastination in which I use my copywriting as an excuse not to blog, and then I get depressed about how long it’s been since I’ve blogged, and then I use all my leftover energy wallowing rather than, you know, actually coming up with ideas for blogs. It’s vicious.
Also, sometimes my hand just hurts! Here’s a fun fact about me: I handwrite everything. Every first draft for anything I’ve ever written, professionally or otherwise, has been scrawled in a college-ruled notebook. Here’s some proof:
2015 was the year I got a tattoo of a pencil on my right forearm to remind me to write for myself. In an ironic twist, I’ve still written less in 2015 than ever in my life. Your move, Alanis.
I’m a woman of many resolutions. I don’t limit myself to new year’s resolutions, either. I make and forget resolutions at least once a week every week for the whole year long. But let this long-overdue blog post stand as my One True New Year’s Resolution. I am Title Case Serious about this one, I promise.
Whelp, see y'all in another 8 months I guess!