…with a spoon full of sugar to help the medicine go down. (The Constellation’s Southern Gothic has been my soundtrack to life the last few weeks. It’s getting weird up in here.)
Welcome back, therapy blog. Oh, didn’t I tell you? I started this blog partly as exposure therapy for my fear of public writing. That’s also part of why I’m so inconsistent about actually posting things. I’m surprised it isn’t more of a thing in this day and age, but there are apparently other “scriptophobes” out there.
HOWEVER…I picked this as my first game of the SuperBetter beta I managed to squeeze into, so dagnammit, I’m gonna be writing (here and at the orders of magnitude more trafficked IFTF blog) in the next six weeks, come hell or high water. My epic win is around posting consistently, but seeing as how I’m studying quantified selves at the moment, I’m thinking of tracking and keeping mission journals of minute/word count ratios as well.
Consider this my first skirmish against a minor henchman: Scorn of Off the Cuff Posting. Take that back to your foul master, Auditor Perfecto. Score one achievement: Admitting You Have a Problem.