For the Last Time

Opening notes:

I finished this blog post several weeks ago, however, there was a slight issue had between my editor and I. First, in all candor, I’m not a writer with “an editor”. My amazing employee Courtney, out of the goodness of her heart alone, goes through my error-filled drafts, combing out all my spelling mistakes. It is for that reason, and that reason alone, that I do not come off as a complete illiterate. Now that we’re on the same page about my stature as a writer, I can explain where and why we butted heads, leading to this inexcusable delay.

I don’t plan my writing. The most I do, much like my more talented brother in fact, is write down a sentence or two that I like and work off that. I got cuffed for this at high school. “Where’s your mind map, Jaryd!“ yelled Mr Tucker. I can still hear the echo of this, right now. Looks like I haven’t learnt.

Anyways, the result is that my tone of voice differs drastically between every post, as I never always write in the same headspace. Sometimes I listen to melancholic music, like the “Oh Hellos” when I write. This, as you will see shortly, leads to a somewhat more serious and depressing tone. Currently, as I type this on the subway, with a random gentlemans sweaty odor very much in my immediate personal space, I’m listening to “Alt-J”, and this might be why this opening paragraph is funnier, subjectively, of course. Courtney said that this blog post was too sad and my audience wouldn’t like it, and that I needed to be more uplifting. While the tone of the upcoming blog…