Why a blog?
The last thing America needs is another blog. Hell, the last thing I need is another blog.
I understand this, down to my bones. Blogs are the great soul-sucking time wasters of modern life. In fact, I am not sure that I'm not starting a blog as a self-aggrandizing pretense for just wasting time. I certainly invite anyone not to read it. In fact, I won't even pay much attention to whether anyone actually reads it or not. Honestly, I probably won't read it. I'm only here to write it.
I have plenty of writing to do. Too much. A book. An actual, professional blog. Articles, stories, workbooks. Emails out the ass. I am swamped by writing. Flooded. Underwater and unable to breath. All that damned writing, that all needs to be done so damned well. I'm paralyzed by it.
And that's why I have Outlier. It's a place for me to go and just dump. Just vent. Just say what's on my mind, and not worry about how it lands - about whether anyone on social media or in professional circles or in the NSA or the KGB or Donald Trump's den of cocksucking Nazis will scrape it or analyze it or try to exploit it or use it for or against me. I will not even offer my name. Just my ideas and observations.
If you happen to read it and you like it, that's wonderful. Seriously. Do what you like with it. Share it, plagiarize it, show it to your friends. But if it offends you, tough shit. Seriously. The person who walks out the front door of my house every day will care what you think of what I offer, fully identified, in public. But here, in this space, I am only here for the expression of ideas. If you've got other ideas, if you decide it's crap, then you are welcome to go and fuck yourself. Or maybe, go and start your own blog.