A Beginning
I’ve struggled with where to begin this venture. Like with most exciting projects, my mind performed its favorite party trick of making it into, god forbid, A Thing. An exercise in “research.” (Stalling.) A sideline to paying work. (Excuses.) By another name: anxiety fuel.
I’ve struggled with how to define what this publication is. An exploration of our humanness in the many forms it takes – food, feeling, place, observation. A rallying cry against the content machine. A last stand for the universal language of our personhood, by which I mean I see you, by which I mean I am you.
I’ve struggled to set expectations for how often to show up here and in what form. I hesitate to call it a blog. The vernacular of content is warped beyond recognition, and blogs these days carry the abysmal connotation of 1.) B2B AI slop fest, or 2.) the hundreds of words standing between you and tonight’s dinner.
In truth, this work is for me. Of all the tipping points to which we might succumb, this is mine. These are the words I need. And, if I’ve learned anything about being a human, it’s that chances are you may need them, too.
My hope is that you’ll spend a few minutes of your week feeling, remembering, lingering. That somewhere in these pages you find a glimmer, an unclenching of the soul, or simply the companionship of a Real Person Thoughtfully Oversharing on the Internet.
Now is as good a place to start as any.
Alicia Boettjer is a creative nonfiction writer whose work has been published in Bending Genres and Hecate magazine. She is the owner of a content marketing business and lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her husband and cat.
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