I stabbed myself today.

Greetings from my hospital bed.

I am ill-equipped to type anything at all after deleting my last two preposterous blog posts – from 2020, I think? God forbid you remember.

And God forbid I ever get that impetuous again. It sends a cringe down my spine even the cat-sized spider I vacuumed up two nights ago could not elicit.

I’m reading Steal Like an Artist (Austin Kleon) and sufficiently inspired to have at the keyboard once more. May you feast upon the fruit of my fury.

I’ve bought my own domain in hopes of holding myself accountable via finance to actually type one out each day. I bring you scraps from my threshing floor:

• I spilled a full case of 9mm in the black hole of my 1990 Bald Tire Acura (she’s not nearly that old but looks it; my cousin named her that after days of screeching around hairpin turns in a mountain excursion) and haven’t vacuumed in there for over a month bc I didn’t want to suck up the money
• today I stabbed myself (accidentally) with the knife I was using to fish bullets out from under my drivers seat at the carwash (’twas but a flesh wound; I remain a menace; no hospital involved).
• I think the most impactful people in the world are those who make you reconsider what you had assumed was true. Or reconsider the way you evaluate truth. Whether you change your thinking or not, the impact was that for even a moment they inspired reconsideration.
• This just in: my roommate has not seen Pride & Prejudice nor read the book and hardly knows Jane Austen. Not for long. I receive my new mission with pride and confidence

I aim to type for 30 minutes each day and publish it here. I have adopted a new belief recently: that we’re all amateurs. You are an amateur at reading crummy blog posts. I’m an amateur at writing them. We’re both amateurs at being humans, today is the first and only of its kind and we’ve got no re-do. So we’re carpe-ing this diem by the throat.

Thank you for your interest in the meditations of my knife’s latest victim 🙂

Devin