Oops. It’s Wednesday. I actually did forget to schedule The Offucts this week, I’ll be honest. I just don’t even really know how that happened. I could try and blame it on the bank holiday, it did disorientate me a bit I suppose. Either way, I am going to say SORRY because I have failed my own expectations. I said last Thursday that the end of August to me is a big time for resetting and new beginnings, and that I desperately need to carve out dedicated time in my week to write. So, it sort of felt inevitable that with the way I’m ‘Drafting’ right now something like this would happen. Oh well. I’m not going to dwell and I will pinky promise that you shall not be sitting desperately refreshing your inbox next Monday.
Someone re-shared a New Yorker article from last year on LinkedIn (I know, lol) that I really enjoyed. It was called “I’m thrilled to announce that nothing is going on with me”. I’ve seen so many people talk about how much content focused on trauma is a selling point. Harvesting your innermost dark and sad experiences for the page or the big screen. Perhaps it’s in part a reaction to fears around AI stealing the jobs of writers and so people are overcompensating. Or voyeuristic schadenfreude is all readers and audiences crave. The New Yorker piece was a refreshing celebration of mediocrity.
I am now entirely fixated on the idea of another solo trip after floating it in passing to myself last week. I want sun, city and inspiration. In the face of horrific weather across Southern Europe and flight cancellations, I persevere. Perhaps I should wait a bit. But I am so impatient... Anyway, please send recommendations my way. I am all ears.
It’s happened, I’m part of the Bachelor Nation, baby. The finale of season 20 with the Bachelorette Charity Lawson aired last week and just wow. I recommend for all your reality dating show desires. The Golden Bachelor, giving a man in his sixties a second chance at finding love, airs next month. Eeek.
RIP Threads. It was a good 24 hours after signing up. I haven’t had Twitter (refuse point blank to call it X) in years so I guess the novelty of being back on a message-based social media platform was most interesting to me. But I felt clunky and weird using it. Everything I wrote gave me the ick and I haven’t been back on it since. Gave it a good go though, Suckerberg.
Thought it would be apt to have something about learning from your mistakes. I know I said I wouldn’t dwell but here we are. Paraphrasing the playwright George Bernard Shaw this week: “A life spent making mistakes is more useful than a life spent doing nothing”. Drafting continues to be a work in progress, a bit rough around the edges but I think I’m a bit too far gone now to fold at the first sight of failure.
