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| I suck at writing.

I can’t for the life of me think of a good topic to write about for this newsletter. I suck at writing.

I did spend more hours today than I care to admit trying to figure out what to write for this piece.

I was a great writer yesterday, but today I am not. I am blahblah. I am boodoo. I am malarkey. Malarkey. What a funny word. What is malarkey? Just looked it up. “Foolish ideas.” Makes sense, that’s what my thoughts are sometimes.
None of the ideas on your list are worth sharing. "Principles for writing online"? "Leaning into small talk"? "Consumptive travel vs vagabonding"? "Time is accelerating"? What do you really know about any of these things? The Internet already has ten billion better iterations of anything you could possibly write about. None of these ideas would help anyone. None feel worthwhile to publish. Just stop writing.

No. I will not stop.

No one wants to read this.

You don’t know that. Someone may need to read this. And if they hate it that much, they can unsubscribe.

I don’t even know what you care about. You have no authority on anything. What do you write about? So boring. You bore me.  There’s just nothing worth writing about in that skull of yours right now.

Uhuh. You know what? I’m going to give you a name, writer’s block: Malarkey. That’s your name. I see you and hear you. And I’m going to write and publish this anyways.

What matters is that I share honestly with my friends and family what I’m thinking about. And this is what I’m dealing with right now. Malarkey.

No one is going to like this post.

Maybe. But once I hit publish, it won’t matter how bad it was.

I will keep publishing. One. By. One. And I will get better.