Long November

I know the song lyric is 'wake me up when September ends,' and maybe 'nothing lasts forever,  even cold November rain' is a better lyric, but either way, the post is dreary.

People are leaving Twitter (yes, I'm deadnaming it). By people, I mean the privileged--middle class, affluent, elitist-orgs, celebrities who are tired of ... being challenged about their dogma? Peasants talking back to them? Elon Musk acting like a rabid fanboy?

It's not clear.Twitter has swung from heavy left-centric to shifting right-centric. Neither option is good.

Bluesky or Threads are all the rage (for now). My old ass tried the former, found it dull and hostile, and now I'm trying Threads after accidentally finding myself on there. In an ideal world, the introvert in me wouldn't be on social media. But the hussle as a small-time author with a small publisher means the job is never done.

That's not the point of this post. I don't like November. The first week of the month should've been the greatest moment and yet the sulk has kicked in--the book release of The Civilization versus the anniversary of my mom's death, a fender bender, the scale, and the cold. There's a delicate unravel as the dark days are here--no more Halloween/pumpkin pie season.

​Nothing lasts forever, even cold, November rain. But do wake me when it ends.