Back when I was trying -- unsuccessfully -- to carve out a freelance career while I was between jobs (read: unemployed), I created a blog just to keep the neurons firing between bouts of despair. I created a more elaborate website than this spartan Blogger page, and spent a lot of time tweaking it and trying to make it pretty. Essentially, it was a way to fill time.
I let it go after I re-entered the full-time work force. That was my first mistake.
I had thought that the original iteration of Not 4 Nuthin' was a failure because few people read it. That should have never been the point. From the get-go, it should have been about the writing, not the reading. "A writer writes," according to the scribe's bible, but I resisted that age-old mantra because I thought writing for its own sake was an exercise in futility. Wrong.
So as I resurrect Not 4 Nuthin', in this stripped-down, no-frills version, let's make it clear from the outset: this blog is for me. It is my therapy. It's meant to empty out that swirling, whirling, twirling onslaught of dreams, fears, wisdom and nonsense that is the maelstrom of my brain. No nods toward legacy, no income goals, no worries about search-engine optimization or traffic or "content" (which may I add is the most loathsome appropriation of a word ev-ver).
Maybe someone else will get something out of this as "content" (ewwwwwww) falls out from between my ears. Maybe I'll throw in a pretty picture now and again to break up the gray. Eventually, I might even make this blog looks like it was created later than the early '00s. But for now, it's just me and my mind. And that's not for nothing.
