Why, actually, I am doing this

I recently started thinking about why I write, thanks to this writing prompt.

I remembered a compliment my friend gave me over coffee that morning. She was impressed that I publish articles on a schedule without a boss telling me to.

“Don’t compliment me for doing something that I find easy and fun!” I thought, but didn’t say.

Then, I thought about my joke in that day’s post: “I am, after all, the most interesting person I’ve ever met.” Like most of my jokes, it’s a slightly hyperbolic articulation of a straightforwardly true statement.

But, sometimes writing is hard, even for me.

Very rarely, I feel pressure to write something “good.” Generally speaking, my antidote to perfectionism is “just keep throwing shit at the wall until you see what sticks.” Or, as my mom likes to say, “Do it shitty.”

On occasion, however, I’ll get in my head.