you know it’s not everyday you start your own literary journal and get to writing. it could be, but it would catch up with you very soon should you start a new one even just a couple of days in a row.
because it’s altogether not common, you need to take advantage of it when you can and feel free to write something filled with the brilliance of a thousand slow roasted carnitas burritos from time to time or at least ramble on for a few minutes about your trip yesterday through the mountains of some asian country people probably wouldn’t believe if you told them. it would be good if you could include some run on sentences, and few typos to prove to people that you set a higher standard on their writing than you do on you do on your own.
discussing fog is something people tend to ignore although it’s a relatively frequent part of many of our lives. they say to turn on your fog lights because they’re low (comparatively) and apparently for some reason that’s helpful but you know from experience when you’re driving through the stuff it’s simply impossible to know if you’re going to find road in 10 feet or death by rear-ending. so you drive because dang nubbit, if you can’t throw out a ridiculous almost-curse word once in a while or drive into the dark not knowing where it will go then what are you living for?
there’s mountains in them thar hills and nobody seems to care. you put on your socks and run without shoes to claim a membership of some new fad you know will fight plantar fasciitis and you fight for all you’re worth because there are other causes you know are more worth your energy but you’re unwilling to read up on them and wisely choose a side, so you pick something simple. easy even.
and you publish a first draft. and you’ve been busy with a move so you post a day late.
because gosh darnit. this is your literary journal. and you can do whatever the heck you want.
