We have two new features on the Work Twitter: #instaverse and #bedtimehaiku. Like most things right now, I’m trying them on to see if they fit, how the ideas feel around me, and honestly this is a winner. Occasionally a great poem needs to go to the Twitters and not get saved for submission. What else is promotion other than your best work? There needs to be a precise belief of your ability first, sure, but after that it is about taking the chance. This will become a video, I think. It will need the correct accompaniment. I have an idea.

After that, it is just the continued thrashing around in the virtual darkness with few if any signs that the World gives a fuck.

I take it as a good sign that the bloke who posted this was listening and clearly felt strongly enough to ‘like’ the irony. All the clever and smart people giving it all that in the replies, and nobody points out the bleeding obvious. Yes, this has always been a popularity contest, but right now the need to be heard and, more crucially responded to is becoming a bit of an issue. I unfollowed someone yesterday when it became apparent that their ideas and mine did not really match at all. Then I unfollowed someone else whose content I really liked, but they weren’t here to listen. I suspect there will be a fair deal of this behaviour going forward.

There’s a tipping point you reach when it becomes apparent only certain people get how this is supposed to work.

Last night I didn’t ignore something I might previously have, and significantly altered my world for the better. Sometimes you are the problem and the solution. It pays to pay attention, even when you’re ‘tired’. Yesterday was undoubtedly a watershed for so many things. It’s taken a year to get some stuff sorted in my head. Now that’s finally done and dusted, we can continue.

Playtime’s over, kids.

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