So here's the thing. I have a new blog now. Did you catch that? I don't want this little guy to hear, so just keep it on the DL if you know what I mean. Also I just think it's fun to use the smaller text, and I think I'm hilarious so humor me.
But it's true. I have converted to Medium. https://medium.com/@emilyncan to be exact. Go have a look-see. Actually, there's nothing new there yet, just some old stuff I threw in the mix to give myself a little bulk. Also just so I could see what the formatting was like and sorta just feel my way around the place. But new things are coming. Meaning of course that I have no idea what I'm going to put there at the moment, or when I'll have the time to do it. But, here I am writing, so here's hoping.
And I guess that's all I really have to say. So, the end I guess. Bet you're excited that you dropped in for a whole lot of nothing. I did warn you in the title, so this is on you kid. Welcome to fate.
No, but really. I was in the mood to write something, but I didn't want the pressure of adding content to my new blog/portfolio/site/I'm not sure what to call it, so I decided to head back to the safe zone. Emily+n, where expectations are low, judgment is ignorable, and the vibe is pretty dang random. Here where I've spent many a ponderous moment, created many a Paint jpg, and composed many a purpose-less post. I don't have to worry about format, word count, or citations. I can just be who I am and say what I want and every once in a while something truly beautiful comes out of it. In all honesty, I've missed this.
Still, I'm a little embarrassed by the output thus far. I blame my mush of a brain. 11:27 pm apparently is not my prime writing time. Hmm. I would like to formally apologize to any articles I
Well, I won't keep you any longer. And by you I mean myself because the reader you is always welcome to click away at any time. If you've made it to this point it's your own dang fault and I will forcefully refuse to take any responsibility for that poor judgment on your part.
It's been real kids. Real strange, that's for sure. I promise I'm sane. Or... yeah, I probably am. Emily+n out.