It's time to try to blog again, but what I always want to do instead is edit.
I love carving something down, rephrasing, streamlining it. I enjoy paginating. I have fun solving breaks on lines and columns. I want to help.
But writing? It's usually, if not always, an act that feels like it's in search of an audience I don't have (and honestly, the thought of having an audience on the internet scares the hell out of me.) And it never feels helpful to anyone else.
So why do it? Why now?
Because on some level I don't really understand, I have to. Not for professional reasons, but because I can't not now.
I don't know what switch flipped to get here. But things have been chewing on the corners of my mind for weeks and I don't know what to do about them but write them.