Hello, Memoirish readers—all two of you. 

Ya like that title btw? I’m very proud of it.

Anyway, moving on.

So, remember when I was like, I’m going to update a short something every week! And a long something every few months! And it’s all going to happen exactly as I predicted while still doing all of my other work and creative projects!
In typical Karen (or just a takes-on-all-the-projects-at-all-times writer) fashion I, well, dropped the ball. And kept dropping it. Until it went down into the abyss that is my neverending list of projects I want to do but don’t have time for. (Memoirish, meet Cleaning Out The Fridge. Who’s that broody figure in the corner, you say? Why, that’s The Diary of A Sufficiently Fun Person, the cutie webcomic I’ve sporadically drawn since 2015 that’s feeling particularly neglected lately.)

That’s just how these things go, I guess. Time is a nonrenewable resource forever and always until it goes extinct. Or rather, until the life force that uses it up goes extinct. The life force that is us, of course. For we’re the physical hubs that house the fingers that tap the keyboards to form the words into the sentences that make up the blog posts.

That’s morbid, bruh. 

Indeed.

But also invigorating. 

When you think about it, with only a limited amount of time in one day, we all really just have to focus on the things that are most important to us and let the rest fall away. 

For many of us, that means we’ve got to work. And get ready for work. And go to work. And do the work. And in between we eat and talk to a few people, probably our partners and friends and furry sons, then get ready for bed and do it all over again. 

Three years after the remote-life bonanza that we foolishly hoped or deluded ourselves into thinking was a forever thing, many of us are back in the office. Begrudgingly but necessarily. Because the money must be made and the rents paid and the foods put on the tables. But that’s a whole different story altogether. 

Back to that time thing. Once the necessities are out of the way, and if we have the luxury of extra time to allot to non-necessities, that’s when we truly have the autonomy to choose what we do with it. 

For me, that free time has been full of people. Just talking to people I haven’t seen in a while, seeing people I haven’t seen in a while, and planning to gather many of them in one place for a rare massive hang. 

Basically, I’m planning a wedding. With my partner, Franco. This cutie. Remember him? We’re planning a wedding. A small one that can’t possibly fit all the people we love in the world, but a wedding nonetheless.

I’d be lying if I said we’ve been planning it this whole time, and that’s why I haven’t kept up with this blog. In truth, we only started planning it like a week ago. Like, we chose the date about a week ago. Which somehow already feels like a year ago. But weddings, like all big projects, have a way of seeping into your subconscious and swallowing up your entire mindspace so there’s literally no room for anything else. So, that’s what’s been happening. In the ad biz, we call that *concepting*. I guess you could say I’ve been *concepting* the wedding, and it’s now in the production phase. Its integrated launch should be coming up shortly.

Outside the wedding, work’s been really busy. I’d expand but who wants to talk shop rn? This is a shop-free zone, dammit. OK, I *will* say that I’ve been fortunate to be a part of a few cutie projects I like (which is pretty much my goal with work stuff. Whenever someone asks me what my aspirations are as a writer, I just say: to make projects I like). So, that’s a win. Speaking of winning, two were nominated for some awards, and one of them even won a cute lil’ something. Awards aren’t everything ofc, but that’s something you can only comfortably say without sounding bitter once you’ve already won them. So, *puts on dismissive tone* awards aren’t everything. Seriously, tho. They’re not. *Wink* But seriously. 

As far as my personal creative projects go, I’m currently assessing what I want to do for the second half of the year. Like, WTF. How are we already in the seventh month of the fucking year?!?! Where does the time go?!?! Given that I’m pretty sure the universe pushed the fast forward button without consulting me, I’ve decided to be really patient with the progress (or lack of it) on one particular beloved personal project. Because these things take time. 

I’ve really got to stop saying time. Time. 

TBH I’ve truly struggled to figure out what to do with Memoirish. I could forgo it entirely, chalk it up to Things That Belong In The Aughts, along with 151, ripped jeans and calling seasons “cycles.” But I don’t know. I kind of like this space. I like that it’s a portfolio of my life. I especially like going back to my really old posts and thinking, Damn. I used to write, like, all the time. 

The funny thing is, even then I thought I wasn’t writing enough. 

Maybe that’s reason enough to keep it going—so that someday future me will look back on these posts and think, You know, you wrote a lot after all. Probably too much. Maybe you should have actually stopped writing. Because, like, what IS all this?

And that’s where I’ve landed. I think I’m going to be patient with *dramatically stretches arm out front, palm up as if holding a platter, swinging from left to right* all this. And I hope you’ll be patient with me while I’m being patient. And we’ll all be one big ball of patience. A ball that’s suspended in the air that’s upside down or right-side up, depending on how you look at it. Which is nice. Because a ball that’s perpetually afloat can’t possibly be dropped.

All this to say, a lot of great things are happening, and I’m just not writing about a lot of it. 

Because there’s just no time. 

I have no choice other than to savor it. 

So this is me, savoring it. 

Write soon. Or not ✌️