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I stop by to skim briefly and catch up. An hour later, I realize that I can't even say "Hey, good job with what you're doing, I support you" without writing seven paragraphs, combining two and deleting one, and rearranging the whole thing to convey my message in the reverse direction.
It's not that I don't know how to edit, it's that even the simple thoughts are more nuanced, and carry more tendrils of related thoughts and ideas, than I can fit in the length of a tweet or even a Facebook screen. I've always said that I'm writing for myself, and it doesn't matter if anyone actually reads it. So if the time I have to think is after midnight, or in the waiting room, or in the shower, then it shouldn't matter if I never sit down at the computer to compose the prose.
And yet, I feel increasingly isolated. I'm having a hard time getting to sleep at night. So maybe I need to write, for me, in that time when I'm not sleeping anyway. Maybe I need to throw my ideas into the wind, and see what happens. And maybe I do need to figure out who's listening, and what they want to hear -- because the addition of reply-to-comment functionality on Facebook has made me happier than anything else in social media since LiveJournal was relevant.
So if I were a tweet, who would I be?
It's not that I don't know how to edit, it's that even the simple thoughts are more nuanced, and carry more tendrils of related thoughts and ideas, than I can fit in the length of a tweet or even a Facebook screen. I've always said that I'm writing for myself, and it doesn't matter if anyone actually reads it. So if the time I have to think is after midnight, or in the waiting room, or in the shower, then it shouldn't matter if I never sit down at the computer to compose the prose.
And yet, I feel increasingly isolated. I'm having a hard time getting to sleep at night. So maybe I need to write, for me, in that time when I'm not sleeping anyway. Maybe I need to throw my ideas into the wind, and see what happens. And maybe I do need to figure out who's listening, and what they want to hear -- because the addition of reply-to-comment functionality on Facebook has made me happier than anything else in social media since LiveJournal was relevant.
So if I were a tweet, who would I be?
- They don't tell you that the physical and mental exhaustion of chemo applies to the caregiver as well as the patient.
- Being a single-partnered polyamorist has led to a lot of guilt feelings as that relationship gets serious. Also, fuck cancer again.
- I just subscribed to two "middle-aged" magazines (Smithsonian and Nat Geo) and might give up a subscription I've had for 25+ year (GAMES).
- The more controversial the Hugo awards get this year, the less I want to read the nominees and form an educated opinion.
- The stronger my opinion on any topic in fandom, the less likely I am to be able to say anything about it at all. This applies to topics in my professional capacity as well.
- That force which I call God and others might term "fate" or "the Universe" is telling me that it's time for Tiny Ministries to be in the world as well as my head.
- Cherry Jello of Love, vs. Lime Jello of Dubious Implications.