In this mixed up Internet world, a lot of producers of sites that feature others' content see themselves as demigods. Whenever I receive an invitation to join their contests, to submit my written materials and 'be viewed,' I reply with a similarly short message inviting them to take a look at my actual writing, find a way to collaboratively profit off a writer who makes an actual effort to get things right. No replies so far, but I hear Wattpad and its intellectual stepbrother Medium are thriving .
Nobody get paid, nobody get hurt.
Meanwhile one-fifth of species on Earth are in danger of going extinct. And Justin Bieber, Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, continue to be held up as... who am I kidding? Dominion of the easily forgotten. To define where it all went wrong? When real time analytics* began to drive taste––(or rather those who are paid to cultivate and disseminate talent had performance reviews linked to hits by the masses).
There is a beauty in not knowing.
The money flows to the type of content that it can be empirically demonstrated people flock to. Things were so much more interesting when people walked around reading books unquantified. An editor at a publishing house could influence people over a period of years, rather than face the axe when immediate results were not generated.
EW is a daily dose of my reality. I can't promise the truth but I can promise a well crafted novel, some outside the box tribal flute, and pen & ink explorations. And probably an original turn of phrase, more often than you expect.
*I also have real-time analytics at my fingers. It is just that I choose to ignore them. I'll grow this site piece by laborious piece, thank you. Building what some call a mystery, which I call a home.
Nobody get paid, nobody get hurt.
Meanwhile one-fifth of species on Earth are in danger of going extinct. And Justin Bieber, Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, continue to be held up as... who am I kidding? Dominion of the easily forgotten. To define where it all went wrong? When real time analytics* began to drive taste––(or rather those who are paid to cultivate and disseminate talent had performance reviews linked to hits by the masses).
There is a beauty in not knowing.
The money flows to the type of content that it can be empirically demonstrated people flock to. Things were so much more interesting when people walked around reading books unquantified. An editor at a publishing house could influence people over a period of years, rather than face the axe when immediate results were not generated.
EW is a daily dose of my reality. I can't promise the truth but I can promise a well crafted novel, some outside the box tribal flute, and pen & ink explorations. And probably an original turn of phrase, more often than you expect.
*I also have real-time analytics at my fingers. It is just that I choose to ignore them. I'll grow this site piece by laborious piece, thank you. Building what some call a mystery, which I call a home.
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