It’s been a long time since I posted anything here. This blog, or whatever you want to call it, still exists. I thought carefully about whether to move all of this to Substack or another problematic platform to get more views on the kind of things I want to write. I opted instead to leave things the way they are: stay on WordPress and write to myself here. It’s the most authentic I can be right now. If you want to see what’s on my mind, bookmark this page.
Personal websites have always been my hobby, if you can even call it that. It’s something I did for fun when I was a kid, and the internet was still this empty, exciting place to explore—before all the capitalism and blah blah blah. I was there! I could regale you with tales about it, but I’m saving some of that for a book or series of stories I’m writing. I’m not sure what I’m writing. I’ve been thinking about it for about four years, and it’s only in the last year that I decided to say it out loud and make it real by sharing it with other people. The truth is, I have written nothing. The truth is, I am scared because I don’t know how to write anymore.
That’s what I need right now. A place to write. I need it to be public, like my LiveJournal and personal blogs were back in the day. But I don’t need it to be the first thing you see when you come here. I still need this space to showcase my work and advertise my skills. And to act as my Linktree. Did you see they raised their prices? That’s why florenceion.com is so important to me. It’s the only space online I can truly call my own, outside of a conglomerate.
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