Quick Strike!

(borrowing overheard language from the other side of the wall)

Truth: I returned to this space so swiftly *first and foremost* to verify: no new ghost posts. 🙏🏻

…And then I thought: might as well type a few lines while I’m “here."

I write from a balcony inside a canyon, my Partner inside shooting a video for his sumo show — which, now more than three years and 123 videos in, seems to have found its way into the fringes of YouTube’s algorithm this summer, go figure, upon changing channel name to something sumo-related.

A sumo-verse sentiment I appreciate (I’ve heard it elsewhere as well):
practice not for today, but for three years from now.

I’ve written about my own relationship with sumo (twice!), though it’s been a minute — and much has certainly happened in the Makuuchi Division since my last humble contribution to the conversation.

116 days ago, I restarted a twice-daily bed-based writing practice (first-thing/last-thing): handwritten, informal, personal — pulling me back into the habit of drafting words, as myself, for myself. (Over the past few years, the pandemic shifted my practice to different kinds of lines — drawing and ballet.)

Anyway.

I didn’t plan to start this, still not sure I’ll continue, unsure of my intended audience (beyond future-self) or objective (beyond checking-in to ensure Substack doesn’t attempt anymore ghostwriting on my behalf….), but wonder if I can shift my daily writing practice into something outward-facing. Maybe “here”…TBD. 🤷🏻‍♀️