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Lost In The Algorithms — Odyssey # 31

So you stumbled into this corner of the internet, did you? Maybe the algorithm gods decided we should meet, or perhaps you’re just dodging the digital bombardment of cat memes and existential dread with a side of grammar nostalgia. Whatever the reason, grab a coffee and keep reading.

I want to chat about the madness and magic of writing.

Writing is the lifeboat in the stormy sea of existence. It’s what turns a flickering TV drama or a dog-eared novel into a mirror reflecting the very essence of life. But writing isn’t about penning the next great American novel or stringing together coherent thoughts on a page. It’s about untangling the Gordian knot of emotions we’ve all been taught to shove down deeper than a teenager’s stash of contraband under the mattress. (’90s kids will know what it feels like to hide porn magazines under their mattresses)

Take it from Flannery O’Connor, who hit the nail on the head when she said, “I write because I don’t know what I think until I read what I say.”

Now, before you label me as the next self-help messiah with a book club subscription, hear me out. I’ve been on both sides of the fence — feeling too much and feeling nada. And as I’m staring down the barrel of the big 4–0, I’ve realized the…