I'm not the most consistent writer when it comes to frequency, style, topic, quality, voice, complexity, structure, genre... I guess that's kind of everything. I'm inconsistent is the overarching theme here.
One thing I am mostly consistent about is not trying to ruin your day. (Unless one of my friends or pets dies, in which case everyone has to feel as bad as I do until the world drowns in tears.) So there's a particular style I rarely use. I call it Depressing Homework. It's my go to when my sense of irony craps out, and I tend to post these only on Medium, because I want it out there, but it's not the usual stuff, for whatever value of usual this blog manages to maintain. Also, I don't necessarily want the sentiment to end with the pseudo-ironic advertising at the bottom of this page.
However, it occurred to me that I could be seen to be trying to distance myself from the sentiment. I'm no fan of radical honesty: there's shit in my closet that staying there until the stars die. But I did promise myself I would own up to everything I do put out there, even if I cringe at it five years later. So in the spirit of keeping the medium consistent, if not the message, this is why nothing got posted here last week.
This TextEdit window is sitting on top of four others, one of which might contain a completed blog by next week, so back to normal soon.