What’s with all the shouting?

About a year ago I said I’d come back to my blog and resume shouting into the void. So much for that, eh? 

I’ve been writing on the side, working on a few tales in various states of disarray and incompleteness, trying several different writing tools in parallel, and with the rest of life taking up time the reader-less blog got - spoiler! - set aside.

And so I write. Right now with thumbs on a tablet, slowing me down, but I write.

Later we’ll talk shop, and personal things. But I write. It feels good to flex this atrophied fiber.

And so I write.

resume shouting

I hereby resume shouting into the void.

Unlike other social media I find myself burdened by, no one reads my blog, so I will resume sending my thoughts into the ether from here, rather than be subject to the narcissism paradox that is Facebook.

There, because of the interconnectivity of the social netwoek, all of one’s “friends” end up “knowing” all of one’s “friends” and one can’t post anything without potential narcissistic social reprisal. Post something positive, and some friends think it’s about them. Post something negative, some friends think it’s about them.

So I will revert to ye olde blog and resume writing here in relative anonymity.

Fun.