March 27-April 2, 2026

Week of March 27 – April 2, 2026 — Obsession

This blog has quietly shifted into something else. It started as a place to explore the Diane Method, but at this point it feels more like a personal journal. The method itself is fading into the background. It’s still there, but it’s no longer the center of what I’m doing.

This week marked three months since I launched the website. Back then, I remember being told that three months would be enough to see whether anything was happening—whether people were finding it, whether there was traction. I checked the analytics again. There isn’t much to report. A handful of visits, nothing sustained. And I already understand why. I didn’t build any real path for people to get there. No strategy, no promotion, nothing feeding into it. That realization came after the fact, which still irritates me a bit. But there’s no point staying there. That part is done.

Outside of that, the week had a few moments that broke the routine. I took my son to Tokyo to see Louis C.K., who happens to be touring right now. We took the Shinkansen into the city, grabbed some Mexican food, and went to the show. He had two unannounced opening acts, which pushed everything later than expected. By the time it ended, we had to run—actually run—to catch the last train back. One way to look at it is that we missed part of the ending. Another way is that it turned into something memorable. Either way, it was a good night. It was nice just spending that time together.

Midweek, I went back and read some of these recent entries, especially the ones about that old album project I’d been revisiting. That led me back into it again. One thing that bothered me about the AI versions was that we weren’t really in them anymore. The performances were gone. It was all interpretation, no presence.

Then I realized something. The AI versions were close enough in tempo to the originals that I could start combining them. That turned into a rabbit hole. I began pulling in my original vocals, swapping them back in, layering in bits of the original instrumentation. Slowly, it started to feel like something else entirely—not purely AI, not purely original, but a hybrid that brought back some of the grit and intent that had been missing.

I don’t know how my old partner will respond. He disappeared again after initially reconnecting, so I may end up finishing this on my own. That wouldn’t be new. But for now, I’m back in it. Fully engaged again.

Work is picking up too, which helps keep everything moving. But the bigger realization this week is simpler than all of that.

I’ve been trying to figure out whether the Diane Method helped with my anxiety and depression, or whether it was just the creative process itself. At this point, I think the answer might be something else entirely.

It might just be obsession.

When I get locked into something—writing, music, a project that pulls me in—my mind stays there. The usual noise fades out. The what-ifs, the background anxiety, the looping thoughts—they don’t disappear completely, but they lose their grip. When I’m not engaged, they come back.

So maybe that’s the real mechanism. Not the method. Not even the medium. Just having something strong enough to hold my attention.

It’s not a clean answer. But it feels closer to the truth right now.