Digital Postcards from the Edge
“I’ve got material planned, I didn't say I'd take fucking requests. Ok? I said if you wanted to hear it, I'd stay, I'm not a jukebox.”
— Bill Hicks
I'm sat in the back garden, with an errant squirrel, listening to K-Pop whilst I write. Apparently, I like K-pop now. I did not know this. How are you today?
There's a bird feeder in my back garden. Most grab what they can and leave but fat pigeons try to hog it and bully the other birds.
A scrappy squirrel has muscled in on their territory. It hangs by its tail so it can eat from the feeder. The pigeon mafia isn't happy about this.
Isn’t that the best metaphor for writing online? I have no further comments.
I've debated sending my paid newsletter subscribers brutally honest short messages from the heart as part of their secret monthly post. Digital 'postcards from the edge' if you will.
I'm sick of all the marketing shtick, bad advice, and toxic positivity. I much prefer bein…
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