In what could quickly become a recursive loop, Harry Connolly mentions a post by Nick Mamatas, and–look, the point is Harry’s post, not Nick’s, or even actually just a comment Harry made on his own entry, which was “I write with one or two actual readers in mind (as well as myself).” So of course I immediately started thinking about who I write for. And the answer (if not made obvious by my nerves over the book I wrote for my nephew) is “Me!” I mean, yes, I *clearly* hope…
aheh. :)
Funny that the “Is LJ dead?” post got lots of traffic. :) LJ and mizkit.com (which are pretty much interchangeable) are really still the heart of online communication for me. I use Twitter more than I like, but a great deal of it is announcing word wars and the like. Facebook has two aspects for me, one of which is the personal side, where I do almost nothing but share links and photos from other people. The other side is work, where I try to make an actual effort to…
is LJ dead?
Is Livejournal dead? Are we all using Tumblr and Twitter (and for me, to an increasingly lesser degree, Facebook) these days? I don’t ask because of this article (touting LJ’s return; hat-tip to Charlie for the link), but because man, it’s *really* seemed quiet the past few months, and only seems to be growing increasingly so. And of course it’s not any skin off my nose to keep cross-posting, but boy, there’s a lot of whistling in the wind going on. Of course, a Saturday afternoon/evening is probably not the…
so. many. thinks.
– make applesauce – make biscuits – make bread – make a birthday cake om nom nom – pack up comics. srsly. – send comics. srsly. – books too. – perhaps go, y’know, get send Ted to buy his own small birthday presents to go with his big one – write. ahahahahah. ahahahahha. hahahahaha. *wipes eyes*
Sigh.
Possibly I should just accept today is a Not Writing day, and do thinks like: – get dinner into the slow cooker – pack up some books – pack up some comics – write some form letters – more laundry – clean the fridge – clean the kitchen – get train tickets – water the tree during the baby’s nap. Of course, now I’ve got everything but the book-packing done, and the only surface to do that on is in my office, so maybe I should go work now. Just…