Have I really not posted in a year? Gosh. I’m so sorry.

Ah, January, the month where I think I’m finally going to get my life together.

Remembered this old-ass joke article from The Onion from six years ago yet can’t remember where I put my phone five seconds ago.

I didn’t even know that 12 people read my post last year until this moment. I thought I was just writing into the void. And even if the 12 of you didn’t read it, even if you’re not a real person, but just a program that looks for keywords and terms, you’ve given me the proof that my content does exist and that someone, somewhere, might read it. And just maybe that person will think “that’s so me! I’m not alone in the world!” Or even less noble, maybe it will make someone laugh. Or think. Or escape from work, life, or laundry for just a moment.

I’m writing things in my head all the time but have a block about actually putting it on paper and an even bigger block about putting it out there. I’m going to try, erratically as it will be (and I promise, it will be wildly erratic), to post more often. Once a month. That’s the goal.

Will I do it?

Wanna hold me accountable?

The first three people to comment a full sentence on my 12th post of the year will get a $15 electronic gift card. (It has to be about something I’ve written; not just a random “first” thing.) Deal? Deal.

Thanks!