I love starting cold when I write. Just sitting down in front of the keyboard… there’s nothing like it. I’ll get so obsessed with needing a topic or working on important shit that I completely lose motivation to write at all. Sometimes you just can’t escape your own mind and you end up going for the ride in a million directions at once. Whatever, it’s cool.

I have plenty of ideas. I even carry around a little pretentious asshole notebook for when I come up with something. I grow cannabis and have the memory of a goldfish. My wife has explicit instructions to continue my work if I get hit by a bus or something. Anyway, here are a couple of the topics I have come up with. I will not add context, I am writing them as they appear in my notebook:

“My dog barks at Black people!?”

“Writing a research paper while a massive infrastructure project is happening 30 feet away”

A poem I guess? I won’t be sharing that. Must’ve been on Space Mountain for this.

“I don’t know if God is saying ‘fuck me’ or my luck just gone”

“Wires, the curse of game collecting”

So stay tuned for these hot topics and more, and my apologies to Black folks. Boo has never seen a Black person before my Amazon guy showed up and she went wild. We are working on it. I left him 5 stars.

So, yeah. While I am always coming up with ideas, it is plain for all to see that I am at my happiest writing about nothing. That’s what this space is all about. It is “Letters to Nobody” and that is how I will continue to frame my writing here. It’s fast, it’s loose, it’s poorly edited, but it’s a place to vibe.

Vibe with me,

JTC