I must not seek perfection. Perfection is the mind killer. (1/52)
Let's try quantity over quality for a while.
It’s a new year and a blank slate, so I’ve decided to try something new. Or old? I don’t know. I’ve decided to send out this newsletter 52 times this year. Before you start raising your expectations, please understand that I only promise 52 dungposts. We’re talking quantity, not quality.
I’m also throwing out most of the format, though I expect I won’t be able to keep myself from reintroducing some things as we go along. I want this to be less formal, shorter, and fun. Though I enjoy writing it, my other newsletter is decidedly earnest — and I can’t be like that all the time. I don’t want to end up hatcheting through a bathroom door while Shelley Duvall screams, you know?
My perfectionism was keeping me from sending anything but exquisite little gems, and because my standard was set so high, I never sent much at all. I’ve decided that I’ll use this year to experiment with a lot of things, and this nearly-defunct newsletter will be one of the things I throw at the wall to see what sticks.
So, to recap: Going forward, I’ll send shorter, less formal, dung-filled newsletters far more often than I used to. Happy New Year!
The Update
I just posted a piece about dealing with canceled plans on A Little Better.
I wrote a 55-word nanofic from a prompt on Ello.
I celebrated Bowiemas yesterday, which would have been David Bowie’s 75th birthday, by listening to his music all day. I recommend listening to this mostly-forgotten 1967 comedic gem.
Only 51 more of these to go! Look at me, reaching for the stars.