I’m afflicted by a terrible need to always have some sort of project. Nothing anyone in their right mind would describe as useful. Just a hole for my attention to hide in … a way to stay busy on something that doesn’t matter while holding the real world at bay for a few minutes. Or hours, as it may be.

Sometimes that means swirling about task management apps, note taking systems, or Evernote organization. At its worst, it’s overthinking writing.

And oh boy have I been overthinking writing lately.

There’s the usual muddy puddles that I like to spin my wheels in, like trying to figure out which blogging platform is the right platform to use. I love thinking about the process of collecting ideas and fiddling with iOS apps to try to streamline the writing process through automation. I never finish any of it, so I don’t see any sort of return on it. Just hours burned uselessly at the alter of misguided aspiration.

I’ve disappeared down the rabbit hole of reading truly stupid blog posts about blogging more than I’d like to admit. Everyone has a skeleton in their closet. That might be mine. It’s shameful. I know this. I can recognize the danger in the waters from the outset, but I still wade in.

All of which brings me here. While I worry about whether it makes sense to spend ideas on a platform that I don’t own, like Medium, I’m tired of wasting so much time and burning so many mental cycles. I just want a place to write that I can’t overthink; questioning things like topic and themes and whether or not its going to help or hurt my future employment prospects.

Honestly, I just love to write and this might be a good place to keep pushing and getting better. I’ll give it a shot at least. It feels pretty nice.

Now I just need to figure out how my website fits in.