When I first joined Twitter, I did so so I could communicate with people I wanted to communicate with. Pushed to get friends to join, so we could all share. Then Twitter became very much a write-only platform. Long before I left, I viewed it as nothing more than screaming into the void.
Now I'm on mastodon, and it's pretty much the same. But at least it's _my_ void I'm screaming into. And maybe people will see some of it, maybe they won't. Whatever.
The newsletter, on the other hand, I never had any idea what to do with. I even asked, in the newsletter itself, what it should be for, and never really got much of an answer.
Almost two weeks ago I set a monthly reminder to myself to write something for it. I've pushed it out by a week twice now. I still have no ideas.
Named after the transcontinental communications network from Terry Pratchett's Discworld.
Neither Deluge Nor Ice Storm Nor The Black Silence Of The Netherhells Shall Stay These Messengers About Their Sacred Business. Do Not Ask Us About Sabre-Tooth Tigers, Tar Pits, Big Green Things With Teeth, Or The Goddess Czol.