Well, I'm back.
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smokingbootI started Substack at the wrong time; there was no plan, it just seemed like the right place for my poem about Dad on his death day. But while I enjoy what I find on Substack, I've no actual idea what to do with the space.
Maybe just tired.
It's all been a bit full on, more futile paperwork to get through and then I am letting myself rest, revive properly, look at important projects I want to work on, read stuff I actually want to read, like this: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/230436212-the-bee-wife
The drama fades away and everything is contentment: well, not everything out there but here is gentle. The mist came around our windows and doors this morning, and I feel the presence of an early winter on its way, not because of cold but... there's something in the air isn't there? I quite like it.
There are more difficulties to come and at least one very bad day awaits, but maybe not for a long time. So for now:
“At last they rode over the downs and took the East Road, and then Merry and Pippin rode on to Buckland; and already they were singing again as they went. But Sam turned to Bywater, and so came back up the Hill as day was ending once more. And he went on, and there was yellow light, and fire within; and the evening meal was ready, and he was expected. And Rose drew him in, and set him in his chair, and put little Elanor upon his lap.
He drew a deep breath. ‘Well, I’m back,’ he said.”
Maybe just tired.
It's all been a bit full on, more futile paperwork to get through and then I am letting myself rest, revive properly, look at important projects I want to work on, read stuff I actually want to read, like this: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/230436212-the-bee-wife
The drama fades away and everything is contentment: well, not everything out there but here is gentle. The mist came around our windows and doors this morning, and I feel the presence of an early winter on its way, not because of cold but... there's something in the air isn't there? I quite like it.
There are more difficulties to come and at least one very bad day awaits, but maybe not for a long time. So for now:
“At last they rode over the downs and took the East Road, and then Merry and Pippin rode on to Buckland; and already they were singing again as they went. But Sam turned to Bywater, and so came back up the Hill as day was ending once more. And he went on, and there was yellow light, and fire within; and the evening meal was ready, and he was expected. And Rose drew him in, and set him in his chair, and put little Elanor upon his lap.
He drew a deep breath. ‘Well, I’m back,’ he said.”
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Date: 2025-10-12 11:29 am (UTC)And, of course, you read Nate Silver's Substack, which is quite lucrative.
I think it is a great venue for taking control of your own (for lack of a better word) influencer destiny since, in addition to publication, it also offers podcast & video tools.
But you'd need to do your own marketing to attract subscribers who are willing to pay for your content. That means establishing yourself on a bunch of other social media platforms as well as leaving some kind of footprint in the dying mainstream media marsh.
It can be done! But one would need to carefully plot the campaign.
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Date: 2025-10-15 10:20 am (UTC)But I haven't had the headspace to deal with my own properly, and I need to get back to yours. Your piece about your grandparents was extremely powerful. Somehow I could not find a way to comment. Honestly, I am bone headed.
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Date: 2025-10-15 04:23 pm (UTC)At some point, I may need you to start strategically "liking" & commenting on things because that gives the selection algorithm momentum, and if I'm trying to promote something, I'll need that kind of momentum. But I don't need it now.