Writing About….Stuff

Last night at about 8p.m., I passed my test to be a Certified Personal Trainer with the National Association of Sports Medicine. Cliché bored housewives, sex starved coeds, aging movie stars, naiads, and rainbow-spewing unicorns everywhere in the Bay Area suddenly felt the need to have brief but torrid affairs with me (but, alas, I will be strong and resist for professionalism's sake).  

I've been working on that one for a year (and a year of hell), putting writing on the back burner. But now it's time to get back to the writing work. And now I have the best side gig everywhere that structures my schedule and is the furthest thing from sitting in front of a computer anything can be. 

We've got a lot of new stuff I'm going to be writing about now. Stay tuned not just for writing about WRITING, but also writing about: 

• My journey as a certified personal trainer
• Writing about Health and Fitness (generally)
• Writing about Running (my posts specifically about running and running goals)
• Election stuff
• Polyamory (Ethical Nonmonogamy)  
• The Morrigan and Pagan Priesthood 
• Buy Me Lunch Answers [My deep dive into identity intersections and what labels (and going beyond labels) means to me]
• Reviewish [My always behind the curve reviews of media—some of it woefully outdated]

And old favorites like: 

•  Social Justice Bard  
•  Personal Updates 
• And of course Writing About Writing

I know if you've been paying attention at all for about the last oh….three years at least, you know that a lot has been going on. I don't mean like 2016 a lot with breakups and rising fascism. That WAS a lot, but it turned out that was a lot in the way that England is "cold" when you're coming from Barbados. There's still Siberia to go. I'm talking 2022. When cancer, miscarriage, death, eviction, and other stuff started landing. One disaster after another just kept pouring in like distant relatives at the holidays passing off fruitcake. Let's not dwell on that. It sucked. I got knocked down. I got up. It sucked more. I got knocked down more. I got up more. Rinse. Repeat. Here I am now feeling Sisyphus-caliber shredded…but like metaphorically, you understand. You push a rock all day, you get pretty swol. 

2025: Coming to a blogger near you!

I am metaphorically swol AF. 

After cancer, death, miscarriage, evictions, and more, I started to realize that what I wanted to do was NOT just go back to exactly what I had been doing—pedalling my flying machine ever faster writing about writing just to make ends almost barely meet. My entire year back in school to become a certified personal trainer was exactly because I couldn't keep doing twelve- and fifteen-hour-days in my chair, seven days a week, just to barely scrape out the bills. I want to write. I want to write about WRITING. But that's not all I want to do with every day. There are going to be other parts of my life too. 

One of those things, nontrivially, is the fact that I have become a priest of The Morrigan. My calling involves duties that go beyond writing and broaden the scope of the writing that I am already doing. I will be doing the work, but primarily I'm a writer, so even as I learn to incorporate divination and death doula-ing into my practice, I will also write about those insights and my—occasionally alarming—spiritual journey. Yes, there will be Social Justice Bard posts, personal updates. If anything, my duties as a priest to a deity steeped in sovereignty and battle will necessitate stepping things up on the social justice front. Yes, there will be those weird goofy posts where Writing About Writing is somehow a place with a weird ass cast of characters. And yes, there will be deep thoughts about writing itself somehow shoehorned into a 12 item listicle for the perfect clickbait…

…but I also want to write more about nonmonogamy, my own explorations through identity, my OWN fitness and health struggles, including pushing fifty but trying to be a better runner, and even the reviews on popular media I got into right before the wheels came off the bus. And fuck, I spent a year getting this personal-training skill set….I might as well write about it. 

Everything will be labeled (so you can skip past the parts you're less into), and you might see a deluge of "Menu level" posts in the coming weeks as I set up the pages that will link out to everything that is to come.

This process will form the backbone of a new chapter here at Writing About Writing. We're moving forward, but we're not going exactly where we were before. The train will still stop at all the old and familiar destinations, but we've added a few more stops along the way. 

All aboard.

High speed rail will be discussed in the nonmonogamy section. 
Oh wait…that's high speed railING. Carry on.