I broke the upvote button and probably won't ever be a writer
It's been days since my analytics did a thing. The reads are rolling in, but the upvotes have been stuck at nada.
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I take signs from anywhere and anyone for the direction of my life or career, so I'd probably argue my compulsive daily checking of analytics is a divination/premonition sort of thing. I like predicting things as well as running into fate.
Clue. I truly believe that magic is fundamental in our reality.
I was tinkering with the blog—as one usually does when they've got nothing to write about—and then I broke it.
Catastrophic.
Then I didn't really noticed or care much about it until I did.
Just lame.
The internal organs of this blog probably have so many appendices. But unlike actual appendices, they aren't really needed—just old code that was once useful or cool but is no longer necessary. Just lingering without any effect, until it does.
Effects like:
I can never be a writer. I mean, I can still write, but maybe it'll never be my career. I'm talking about being successful at it—publishing a novel or something of the same caliber.
My memory's not that good. I seem to have a primal drive for comfort: having just enough, not doing anything excessive, but still continually on the move to the next thing. I look for approval in the strangest of places (but I wonder where that began?).
Sloppy. I've gone sloppy.
Lost
I used to lead people to mysteries.
Now here I am, worrying about a button when there could be greater things to ponder.
I've fixed the button, but I might never be a successful writer.
It probably all boils down to "Discipline," but isn't that too vague?