Answer: Hitting Go Live. The blog lets me edit the disasters into a story; a livestream is permadeath for perfectionism—no reloads, no “I’ll rewrite that later.” It would mean showing more of myself (even just my voice) and sticking to a schedule while wolves chase me in real time. One day I’ll press the button. For now, I’m building the campfire with posts and short clips.

(Until then, the safest place to watch me nearly freeze is
Survivor Incognito.)