Starting somewhere: a slow cooked introduction

I hadn't planned on this - an introductory post. These things usually feel like those mind-numbing workshop icebreakers where everyone pretends to be fascinated by your hobbies and favourite season. As much as routine and process drives me to distraction at times, here I am realizing I can't mentally engage with writing other things without doing exactly that thing I've always found superfluous. Sometimes the cosmos has a twisted sense of humor.

I thought I'd just, you know, write stuff. Simple, right? Then I heard a podcaster ask "who is the book for?" during a review, and that question has been haunting me like a particularly persistent dog fart in a closed room ever since. Who am I writing for? Surely answering that question would position my writing to have some appeal to a particular audience, and therefore be useful for others? I did my usual trick assuming that something simple would indeed be... simple. Right? Right? Yeeah.

Let me rewind a bit. I've been playing with weird stuff for a long time. Back in the day, I'd sneakily borrow books on Wicca from the local library and hide them from my mother like contraband. Since then I've (slowly) moved through being a member of a Christian church, making friends with spirits and angels, automatic writing sessions, exploring the witch part of me, meditation and journeying, and enough divination tools to open a metaphysical warehouse. All of it was useful and some of it still calls to me, but I never quite found my 'thing'.

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