The Real Me

In which I share my penchant for starting things and not finishing them, apologize to my readers for this and then realize that who I really need to apologize to is myself.

It happened. I knew it would, but I was hoping I would get a littler further on in publishing on Substack, before I missed one of my own self imposed weekly deadlines.

When I started posting I aimed to publish something every Wednesday. After a few posts, that became Thursday, which morphed into Friday and so on, until March 5th, a Sunday when I posted my last piece. That piece was meant to be posted on the previous Wednesday, but I let it count for the one following Wednesday.

Now, here we are. Or, rather, here I am. It’s March 22nd, seventeen days since I last posted. Each day I say I’m going to do it. I have drafts of multiple pieces happening. I’ve been gearing up to share excerpts of the two larger projects that I’ve been working on for what feels like decades. But, instead you haven’t gotten one word from me.

I want to grow a readership. Share what I have to say with friends and family, but also with strangers. Actually, mostly with strangers. I understand that in order to build…