the accidental dealth of an anarchist (and birth of a troll)

on finding your voice in only fifteen hundred short days

I went to see my Nanny today.

She says hi!

No she didn’t.

She doesn’t know about this foolsletter business.

I did get a hug which is always a treat.

It was a short visit, then I was on my way.

After that?

I had a painful experience.

I did math.

Whether faced with taxes or simple bill payments, I’ve not been one for numbers or statistics.

But according to my calculations,

I’ve written over 1500 posts, well over 1500 days.

Sure my streak hasn’t been absolutely perfect, but if you’re looking for perfection from something called The Remarkable Foolsletter, you are very stupid indeed.

Perhaps I could offer you a lesson in nasal respiration?

In total there have been fifteen hundred and thirty three posts so far.

Wow.

That seems like a lot.

I began ambitiously.

I had goals.

I even wrote about the power of goals.

At first I wanted four books in two years.

HA!

That was pretty moronic.

Then for a while, I had pretenses of doing something, anything with my writing.

I’ve written about mens issues, creativity, AD…