When I started Constant Scribbler, I had no idea what I was I doing.
To be fair, I still don’t.
2009 looks a lot like 2018, in that I’m battling with a mean case of imposter syndrome followed by euphoric moments where I believe I can bend life to my will, and live a chic, bohemian, artsy life (preferably, in a warehouse conversion in East London).
The truth is that this blog is the only project I’ve ever started that I continually come back to. Is it a blog? Magazine? Journal? Writer’s showcase?
Who knows? Seriously, if you do know send me your answers on a self-addressed postcard.
2018 is here…yikes!
So, here we are in 2018. And, I’m still trying to do this writing thing.
I actually, went back to my old posts and had a good laugh.
I love old me; she worried about so many things that present me gives zero f**ks about.
But some challenges haven’t changed – not one damn bit!
Some issues, different year
In fact, there are issues I wrote about back in 2014 that still bother me today.
Remember my companion, the Inner Naysayer? Oh yeah, that bastard is still there.
I guess what I’m trying to say, in this weird, stream-of-consciousness post, is that despite the neglect, Constant Scribbler is still mine. It’s still my place to publish words about words, drop the occasionally f-bomb and talk about creative stuff that interests me.
So here’s to 2018 and (hopefully) a longer stretch than last time… at least I hope so.