I’ve tried a lot of different things across the many permutations of my own Internet spaces. Often to keep things interesting, I have added features or attempted daily, weekly, or monthly series-type writings. Almost always, at the beginning of the year, I attempt to keep a writing habit. This year, I also wanted to start owning all of my texts across the various services in which I have become entrenched, especially Twitter.
Since then, I have posted thirteen “microblog” items that coordinated with posts on Twitter. Long story short: in attempting to make it easier on myself, I have made it much harder. By trying to automate much of what I was doing, I became more interested in the process of automating and less interested in the process of writing, the latter of which being the reason I pay money to keep this site up and running.
I have come to a decision point that has forced me to delete Twitter from my phone. I need to step back and assess its value, much like I did with Facebook awhile ago. I still hold these accounts and they come in handy periodically, but I started to become more of a watcher and less of a creator. Among many other things, I became petrified that I would post something there and forget to give it context here or vice versa.
While the blog is a dying art form to many around the web, we are on the cusp of what may be its renaissance: knowing that more and more of what a person puts onto the web is not owned by them.
There is no better reason to not do something
There is no better reason to try
There is no better reason to fight
Against tyranny and strife
Removal is often the goal
Removal is often the challenge
Removal is often not enough
To completely fix what hangs in the balance
But it can bring about great change
But it can bring light
But it can bring great joys
In the darkness of the night
And so I live with friction
And so I live with what is hard
And so I live with what I love
But I stay upon my guard