Wet On Sundays is no more. Long live Wet On Sundays. Well, it still exists, I just won’t be posting there anymore. I’m a disorganized mess and forgot to renew my WordPress subscription, but I also need something more simple. Really, it’s all about the writing, and trying to get this weird stuff out of my head and keeping myself amused, so I don’t need a lot of bells and whistles. Or that’s just my excuse and I forgot to renew the site. It’s still all there to read, in case you want to read overly-emotional seagull missives, odes to past transcendent sitcoms, or the definitive ranking of NBA coach handsomeness.
Now we are giving Substack a try, which I think means that people can actually subscribe to receive me silliness in email form. I think. I am not 100-hundred percent sure how this works. I’m just typing, and we will see what happens. I just know I want to push myself to write more in 2023, and here we are. Hopefully some of it is entertaining, or emotional, or funny, or even thought-provoking for others. Mostly it’s for my mental health, and if others come along for the ride I’m positively thrilled.
Last year I made a bunch of public (on a website) resolutions that, as mostly resolutions do, fell apart pretty quickly. Breaking down those failures may be the topic of future post (FORESHADOWING), for now let’s focus on the goal of writing one post per week. I believe that lasted…all of one week. Yet, here we are in 2023 and I’m doubling down.
Starting tonight, I’m going to try and write and post something every day and see how many consecutive days I can post. Many will be short, most will be nonsensical and silly. I am not putting a goal on this, rather I’m embracing the challenge. What else am I going to do…exercise?!?!