Twitter

Awhile back, a number of people, including my wife, encouraged me to start posting to Twitter again. I have decidedly mixed feelings about this.

I miss my friends on Twitter. But I don't miss what it did to my peace of mind or my attention span. I've read more books in the past year than I did from probably 2007-2016. I don't miss the shouting. I certainly don't miss Jack giving Nazis a platform.

My wife made the argument for a limited return. She said something very generous about needing to share my writing with others, something flattering about people actually wanting to read it, and maybe something pointed about my being one the six people still using RSS. Which you can pry from my cold, dead hands.

So I'm going to go back to auto-posting to Twitter when I sporadically update here. Part of me is not thrilled about it, because I know myself well enough to know that I'll be checking in on my faves and RTs and responses. I don't like what that says about me. But it is who I am, and shoving that shit under the rug has never worked for me.

I'm also going to try to write more. I've been made aware that I don't because I'm afraid of it. And I'm in a place where that means I have to. Here's hoping it sticks.

And, on the upside, if you follow me from there to here, I hope you like what you read.