Hello, 2025. Love, Ad!
Many things have changed since I last wrote a blog post. In many ways, my life is entirely different. But in others I have stayed the same. I have finished my first semester of college, and am soon to start the next. So, I’ve decided that there is no time better than the new year to make grandiose promises I know I won’t keep! Grandiose promise number one: writing more blog posts.
I’ve always struggled with writing journals for one big, mildly concerning reason. I’ve always felt that it was a waste of time, and don’t start with the whole “it’s good for your emotions” stuff because I know! If I cared about being content I wouldn’t be a writer. I do the majority of my writing in the pits of despair. I just always found my life to be too boring, too sad, but most importantly too much work to write down for no reason. What was the point in writing about how crazy stupid my life was if there wasn’t a chance for anyone to read it? It didn’t help that it was ingrained into my mind at a young age that diaries were private. I didn’t want private! I wanted everyone to know who I had a crush on, who was bullying me, or in-depth recountings of dreams where dancing skeletons brainwashed my family into watching a movie on loop as I ran around in circles screaming.
I digress.
There is a very small chance anyone is reading this. My book has seven reviews and I haven’t gotten a sale in three months, but I pay twenty-five dollars a MONTH to keep this website up so you bet I’m going to blog twenty-five dollars worth of blogging every month from now on. Who knows? Maybe in the future I will look back on these and reminisce on the good ol’ days before I became terrifyingly famous. If that’s the case:
Dear Future Me:
THE GOOD OL’ DAYS SUCKED! You’re poor, hungry, and depressed! You’re probably still depressed while sitting in a claw-foot bathtub of money but at least you can afford antidepressants now! Do something important with your fame. Donate to charity or fistfight Elon Musk. Do something that would benefit humanity.
Anywho, I am twelve thousand words into the second book of Detective Clover, and it is safe to say that I am in a slump. I have so many ideas, but they are all so boring and stupid that even for the first draft I know it’s not good enough. Deep down, I know it’s just an excuse to not write, but I really need to do more research to get the mystery solid before I do anything else. It’s a MYSTERY book! Sometimes I think it’s glaringly obvious that I forget that fact. I get so caught up in researching historically accurate cufflink materials or ancient greek medical theories that I forget that the book is about a detective. It’s not my fault I love to research!
Alright, I just drank a lot of tea, so I’m going to assume I have ten minutes before I crap my jorts. Let’s rapid-fire updates from my life!
I cut my hair really short.
I’m getting really into drawing clowns.
I made a miniature room for my best friend for Christmas (it’s only a week late,) and I’m giving it to her tomorrow.
I bought a new scarf and it is very nice.
I am learning how to forgive myself for the mistakes I made.
I also bought Magneto socks. They’re awesome.
Okay, that’s enough I think. Thank you for reading, and thank you helping me feel better about the twenty-five dollars I spend every month as an unemployed college student.
Sincerely, Ad
P.S. If you haven’t bought my book, please do. I am very broke.
