I need to just stay here.
Jul. 2nd, 2025 01:12 pmWarning, I am feeling very pessimistic.
I used to love writing, but there is literally no place for long-form anymore. We do not read blogs, we do not visit people's websites, we do not read newsletters. I want to get my hand back in, I have ideas/outlines/etc. for essays, but what the hell do I do with them? I guess I should just stick stuff here and hope people click my links?
It doesn't help at all that social media is a literal mental health hazard lately. I would love to write a thing, even a serious thing, and share it on bluesky or something, but I cannot take quintuple identical reposts of the same exhortations to be enraged at American fascists. I am enraged. But I can't say in that or I will burn out.
Part of this is that I'm probably autistic AF which makes socializing already very very hard. I hang back, I observe, I learn the rules, and I follow them. I log into Bluesky for instance and it's just a torrent of justified anger and ragebait. I read the room and go, "you know, maybe I should not". Sometimes I override this and post little drabbles of ideas, but those get lost in the sauce. The only thing that seems to get any engagement is salty political observations, which I do enjoy but good god.
I got the idea to do a newsletter but swiftly threw that away. Everything is so overwhelming: subscriptions, engagement metrics, drops. Jesus Christ, I just want to share something long form and maybe talk about it. Patreon broke me with "schedule drops for your fans!". I tanked the entire idea right then and there. If I was doing this for work, this would be a different story, if I was making one to help a friend it would also be a different story. I'm just looking to blog and have that blog automatically email updates to people that want it. If for some reason those people want to pay me too, I won't say no, but I have neither the energy nor the self esteem to make myself an entire production company.
Guess I'm staying here for the forseeable future!
I used to love writing, but there is literally no place for long-form anymore. We do not read blogs, we do not visit people's websites, we do not read newsletters. I want to get my hand back in, I have ideas/outlines/etc. for essays, but what the hell do I do with them? I guess I should just stick stuff here and hope people click my links?
It doesn't help at all that social media is a literal mental health hazard lately. I would love to write a thing, even a serious thing, and share it on bluesky or something, but I cannot take quintuple identical reposts of the same exhortations to be enraged at American fascists. I am enraged. But I can't say in that or I will burn out.
Part of this is that I'm probably autistic AF which makes socializing already very very hard. I hang back, I observe, I learn the rules, and I follow them. I log into Bluesky for instance and it's just a torrent of justified anger and ragebait. I read the room and go, "you know, maybe I should not". Sometimes I override this and post little drabbles of ideas, but those get lost in the sauce. The only thing that seems to get any engagement is salty political observations, which I do enjoy but good god.
I got the idea to do a newsletter but swiftly threw that away. Everything is so overwhelming: subscriptions, engagement metrics, drops. Jesus Christ, I just want to share something long form and maybe talk about it. Patreon broke me with "schedule drops for your fans!". I tanked the entire idea right then and there. If I was doing this for work, this would be a different story, if I was making one to help a friend it would also be a different story. I'm just looking to blog and have that blog automatically email updates to people that want it. If for some reason those people want to pay me too, I won't say no, but I have neither the energy nor the self esteem to make myself an entire production company.
Guess I'm staying here for the forseeable future!