Apparently,, in 2011 I started to use a website called 750words.com. The thought there was to write at least 750 words a day there. Three pages of text is about 750 words, and a month of that would yield 90 pages, a good down payment on a book.

When digging through some old bookmarks, I found the link to 750 Words again, and decided to go look. I had to redo my account, but they noted that my 2011 writing still existed in their system, giving me credit for words written in the gamifying way sites do now; awards for streaks and cute little emojis and unlocks and “challenge your friends” engagement.

I did two straight days of work there, typing around 800 words each day. Then I got to the mind of “I wonder what I was writing in 2011?” and let me tell you, the options are ASS. I have to scroll back, month by month, to get to 2011. That’s 15 years ago. 12 months x 15 years is…a lot of clicking.

Disgusted with this, I started looking into it more. What is the use of storing your words if you can’t search it? If I had no idea when I typed an idea I wanna come back to, I’d be SOL. This writing is supposed to be private…but on the servers of some third party who, in this age of surveillance BS, could be forwarding my anti-ICE, anti-capitalist screeds as evidence of my “un-Americanness” and boom, I’m disappeared somewhere. We’re all being watched, but I’ll be damned if I volunteer for that shit.

Anyway, the experiment is over as soon as it started. I’ll continue to collect my words here and in my possession, and I’ll ignore the emails with exhortations to come back and start new streaks and login and why haven’t we seen you?

Just gonna be in my corner here, typing away.