Slacking Off

I was doing pretty good for a while there. During the lead-up to Thanksgiving I worked hard to excavate my personal items out of boxes, scan them, and assemble them into the blog post I’m most proud of, the illustrated The Story of Me, Pt. 1. The unpacking happened Monday of Thanksgiving week, the scanning happened Tuesday, and I was busier than expected Wednesday making some last-minute additions and some adjustments in Photoshop. I finally posted the morning of Thanksgiving, the first day of a four-day weekend.

Then, having felt like I’d done some good creative work, I proceeded to slack off. It’s not like I did nothing, but my main productive activity that whole four-day weekend was to go through some WordPress tutorials. It might have helped, but it wasn’t creative work.

Continue reading Slacking Off

The Fuel That Fires My Writing


I’ve been seeing a therapist since September. He’s been doing the difficult task of helping me break the habits of isolation that come from a lifetime of social phobia. He’s good at what he does. He often has concrete suggestions, both for social challenges I face every day at work, as well as unexpected stumbling blocks that crop up as I begin to get more engaged in my community. I could say a lot about this, and I guess I probably will in a future blog post. But this post isn’t about that. It’s about the impact he’s had on this blog, and a conversation I had with him on Wednesday.

Continue reading The Fuel That Fires My Writing