Where My Thinking Efforts Lie

by ryankl

I do a lot of thinking. I recently got to thinking about where I let these efforts lie, because I think it’s mostly on twitter, and in my newsletter.

If you don’t follow either, you might consider me without thoughts. If you know me better, you’d know that thoughtless is probably more accurate.

I leave my thoughts in those two locations because those are the two places I like to get them from other people. I sub to twitter/newsletters of everyone I admire. But it made me think – when you put your work into platforms you don’t own, then they can disappear. I am the generation that lost every midi-file haunted MySpace page of hard, curated work.

So what happens if twitter eventually shuts down? It sounds like a silly thought, as if it could ever happy, but not every titan stays on top. Cycles come and go, and things get spat out all the time. You stick around long enough, you see it all, and while Geocities or Snapchat or Tumblr or Bing or Ello or Mastodon feel like the future living in the now, everything passes.

I started blogging years ago as a form to feed my writing addiction. It gave my writing a home otuside of my head, and a possible audience of peers and enemies who might enjoy it. It was fun, and it still is – though I do it less frequently. With comics to write, a twitter presence to maintain, a newsletter to launch evey week, a class to teach, a family to be in the moment with, I have found this site lacking.

Now, this isn’t a post where I make a claim to start blogging daily/weekly/regularly. It’s just a thought out loud – why not use this resource as the public housing of my brain that it is? Instead of A+ High Quality Thoughts farting into the wind of social media, why not give them a home here, too? Why not own a little of what I’ve done – well, I’ll share ownership with WordPress, I guess. But at least things can be exported from here easily [right?].

As such, I just need to rethink my longterm strategy – and make my work discoverable, and searchable, and everlong – by housing some on this site. I don’t have the energy, or the charming intellect, to make it frequent or enjoyable. But I can make it not transient. I think/hope.

As such, I’ll try to sometimes send stuff here like that warehouse in Raiders. Maybe I’ll leave something pretty, ricvh, or rare here. Maybe you’ll open a post and your face will melt off [metaphorically speaking]. Maybe.

For now, enjoy my notebooks in progress, this is the other place where my thoughts live, and they are not public – and won’t be until the stories get told. May I be buried with these monstrosities one day.

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