Prequel

NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS!  -

- I hear you scream into the otherwise pristine interwebsy void, hereby polluted with my commentary. 

Yeah, yeah, I know. Let me expl-... let me say some things that will either clarify or completely confuzzle you. 

March, 2020

I’ve been writing since I was 4. 5? Uhhhh, somewhere around there (how old are humans in kindergarten?  … seriously, I have no concept of how kids age ఠ ͟ಠ ) Anyway, we were sitting in a circle (’cause if ya got a room full o’ children you need to have a clear view of all of ‘em at ALL TIMES!*)  and we were asked to come up with an original story and tell it to the group. Mine was adlibbed and ran on for 15 minutes before the teacher stopped me, declared me the VICTOR! of the exercise and ordered the rest of the kids to bow in my presence from there-on-out. It was a magical moment that sealed my destiny for years to come.  

* seriously, that’s how we lost Jimmy

Like, I wrote all the time.  

ALL. 

THE. 

TIME. 

I wrote at home, in recess, I wrote instead of sleeping, I wrote if I got bored in classes, I wrote during movies, at parties, on Friday nights, when I was upset and happy and confused and panicked and hopeful and scheming.  

And then, like the cold-hearted babe I am, I ditched Writing like a floppy tomato©. 

In this story, I am the evil ex. And I’m back, baby. 

It’s been a while.  

I took some time, you know, to find myself \(★ω★)/. Like “be totally cool” or whatever. Read some pretentious books, start randomly saying things like -  

“the notion of unity appears only when there is a power takeover in the multiplicity by the signifier or a corresponding subjectification proceeding” - actual quote, I used in my dissertation, by Deleuze and Guatarri, who I read in the original French *vomit sounds*.

I kid you not. I quoted Zizek and Durkheim as if we’d just chatted about Division of Labour behind the bleachers. Bet you wish you were part of that party, eh? 

My pen and I had gotten out of touch. I got distracted by People. But then the more I talked to People the more I was like “omg, shut up and back away slowly” ⊙_⊙ 

Pros: I’ve not to tried to take over the world in the name of our benevolent overlord, the great lizard king** yet.

**(My he live long and prosper!) 

Cons: I miss being a precious, self-indulgent***, snowflake princess (｡✿‿✿｡)

***(I tried to think of something more self-indulgent than a blog, but having my own talk show seemed like too much work so here we are *shrug*)

I miss writing. I miss marking surfaces with my brain guts. I can swear it was fun before and maybe that breakup was premature.

So anyway, I’m trying to wriggle my way back in on the down low. Full incognito. All sneaky like. Small words, short sentences, don’t scare the content away.  

This is chill. Taking it slow. < (^^,) >

I'm not committing to a single format of posts – book reviews, interviews, introspections, inane musings, and distracting disasters detonating in the distance. Whatever works.  

If I chuck enough stuff at the wall something’s gonna stick. Spaghetti rules have never failed me before...