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Medium Made Me Forget I Had A Website
It’s true. I just remembered. I even had a blog. I wrote in it just recently because I felt bad. The post was mostly about guilt and neglect. That’s not a good way to feel about something you created and nurtured and pay for, annually. I mean, someone has to host it.
My site was created to house news about my writing, and, yes, to blog (I continue to hate the word; why did we need to create a new word for “journal” or “diary” — why does tech insist on rewriting language every step of the way?), and to host, somehow, the Twitter stories I used to write, the Twisters, and to sort them by theme and make them searchable. It was a pain to upload — we didn’t go for something automatic since I never created another account for regular tweets, it was all in one. Sure, I had an outlet for my professional self (ie: my non-writer self), and I still do, though that dichotomy is being harder and harder to justify. (Having said that, I am now President of my own company so perhaps I need a personal space to vent and rant and pontificate.) But the Twisters became a big(gish) deal and housing them in one spot seemed smart. Because social media, no matter what’s there, is not yours. It’s a rented space. The social media companies are private companies and have, essentially, two products: the platform and the content. They supply the platform, you provide the content. But it’s their business. You…
