2023 postmortem

What a godawful year. Of course I say that about every year but this one particularly sucked. My marriage fell apart, I attempted to change my career only to fall right back into it, and I couldn’t write worth a damn.

And to make things worse, Bobby Knight died!

I’ve got nothing nice to say about 2023 and I never will. It wasn’t the worst year of the 103 that I lived, but it’s definitely top 10.

One interesting thing did happen though: I started using Threads, or the bastard creation of Mark Zuckerberg, which is essentially a cheap knockoff of the website formally known as Twitter. A lot of writers use it so it’s been nice connecting with some of them, but I also realized that the writers community as a whole is awful. Writing for me has never been something I’ve taken seriously. It’s supposed to be fun goddamnit. There’s no fucking rules! And if you’re trying to get rich and famous from it, you’re a fool! So if you’re gonna be in the arts, you gotta be in it for the love of the game. Otherwise you’re a business, and art shouldn’t be a commodity that’s bought and sold. You can fuck right off with that shit.

What’s worse is that 2024 doesn’t appear as though it will be much better. It’s an election year, which means that we’ve gotta listen to one bad take after another until at least November. I much rather go through another divorce than hear that shit.

So see you in 2024.