So many blog posts drafts…
ALT Text: A cluttered desk with piles of papers, some crumbling.
Not unlike for each of my previous blogging attempt, I did not follow through and continued to write here. I felt bad for a couple of weeks, and then stopped thinking much about it. This blog ended up somewhere in the back of my mind, like a sleeping thought.
Since one month, this thought came back slowly to the front of my mind. I started again to fantasised about blogging for real. I dreamed of writing everyday or close. I started to pile up blog posts ideas, usually just one sentence title with an idea in my mind of what I would write inside.
I feel I need a place to voice my thoughts, and a blog is as a good place as any. Maybe nobody will read my words, maybe some people will. Maybe I will just contribute to feed some AI model, and that would not be such a bad thing.
What I am missing is time to follow thought on this desire I have to write more. I also need to practice and deconsecrate the act of writing. The more I will write, and post my words publicly, the easiest it should get.