So I have entered the realm of instagram. Shout out to anyone who ended up here from there. A bigger hurrah to my long term readers. I am sorry I have neglected you lately. I need to make time to write when my muse feels like sharing, but her favorite time to share is when my eyelids have that itchy feeling they get when they just want to be pressed together. I could try recording my thoughts or using voice to text, but then the rest of my household will come running to see what I am murmuring about in the darkness. That will result in less sleep for me, which can’t possibly resolve the issue.
Of course, the insta-road like most I travel has had some missed turns and unexpected u-turns. A couple of days after joining Instagram, they suspended my account. Apparently my affection for Spock and Data and lack of posting led them to believe I was a bot. As of this moment, I am back on the gram (with a square of chocolate and a melty marshmallow), so feel free to find me, follow me, and support me.
I do wonder if Instagram’s temporary rejection of my reality was their version of support. I did have another writer friend encourage me to spend more time on my own personal projects than my feeble attempts to network and advertise and my ongoing assessments of the works of others, which requires reading and, as a fellow writer, just shows some respect by giving reviews and feedback.
In other news, April is coming up fast. As usual, I plan to follow along with the inspiring prompters at Writer’s Digest, so fans of my poetic stylings should be gratified.
And for those who are like, none of this is anything new to normal people. I offer this discovery from my amateur archeology as I seek something to write:
TO TOXIC FRIENDS
I’d stick by you through thick and thin
But you’d just betray me again
So when you walk away, keep going
I know the foolish feint you’re doing
But if you are fool enough to set me free
My life will be as it should be
As yours comes crashing around your ears
No more harness helping me assuage your fears
So swing loose, swing free
And let go of your hold on me
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