Recalibration

This business of writing up in the Internet sky has changed a lot in my 10+ years of doing it, and I have tried to navigate the head winds, but the methods have spread me too thin and the result is really nothing I care about. So I could go back to writing for the drawer, but as I've posted here plenty of times, for me writing for the drawer means no writing at all. I still need the - what? - the mixture of choice, and risk, and spraying-my-tag-on-a-public-wall I get from putting my stuff out into the ether.

So now I'm out there, lots of ways. I'm in Google and Facebook and Twitter and wherever my Mac Air puts me. But I'm sick of seeing that I have become a dossier, a big fat file of marketing opportunity. I'm really sick of seeing other people - and their programs - attributing pictures, items, articles, places to me. I could go further up into all these social network levels, and many newer ones, and I probably would if I wanted to have, sooner or later, my own 15 minutes of fame. But Andy - I don't. I want what I deserve, no more, no less.

I hope I deserve the occasional reader, who will almost always be a friend from the rest of my life. So for the next tranche it's back here, back to this one place, Strays. Where I started. The readers will come and go one by one, via word of mouth. If it falls back to just one - me, when proofreading - and stays there, fine. This isn't a survey, or a convocation, or a collection plate. It's words, slung sidearm or overhand and curved, changed up, or fast. That's all.