Tomorrow's Here, but I Have to Call it Today
I love writing. Discovering blogging has been a bonus, too. After the assault in 2010, I didn't write for at least a little while. Then I decided that what me and my poverty needed was a woman. As ideas go, it didn't seem particularly stupid. Not knowing I'd had large swaths of neural trees obliterated, like a nuclear bomb leveling large swaths of forests? That and the total lack of a filter made writing the women of Craigslist probably a big mistake. But write I did. Because I wrote just to write, and I wrote software, but none of it helped me progress. I could see something was wrong, especially with software I wrote at the time. But I had no idea what was going on or why. I just knew my ability to express logic was completely broken, both in free-form writing, and in logical code. When I realized I had to write another human being in order to help me "see" the effects of what I wrote, how I wrote it, and how it might get perceived? I'm pretty sure I ...