One of the other things I didn’t think about with this daily microblogging practice was missed days. I’m thinking it’s going to be make-up posts, but missing a post—partially because I got too wrapped up in complaining about a movie in a post, mostly because I haven’t figure out a good time to write these ones—allows for the option of a mistrial. I can give up the microblog practice with the simple excuse I didn’t make my goals.
For now, I’m sticking with it.
I spent about an hour yesterday considering a return to “regular” Twitter. I locked my account last year for the election and haven’t really regretted not being able to spew outside the echo chamber, happy just to spew inside it. But it’s a vague impulse and passed quickly. I’ve decided to put off thinking about it for at least a month.
I’m not sure what I’d get out of it. Maybe I just don’t need to participate in a social network right now.
Yesterday was also a triple kick to the aspirational gut so having an open Twitter probably wouldn’t have done me any actual good.
Quadruple kick if I count “Michael Hayes” reminding me big media cares less about healthcare inequity than it did in the 1990s.
Also I don’t need to be tweeting if I can’t get my microblogging in.
So I’m delaying the decision; hopefully I’ll just forget about it. Especially since I need to remember to microblog.
I like how microblogging means—besides being hosted on micro.blog—less words than any of the other blogging, which is getting rather verbose even when I don’t intend it or expect it. I’m curious about how average word counts have changed, but not enough to figure it out. Blogging as writing practice is strange and I don’t think I recommend it.