Tumblr woes.
I hate that my number of followers goes up when I post photos of myself, but when I write about introspection and life I hear crickets. I get the impression that while all of you are well-meaning, there’s not a lot of substance to the format here. Some of you are writers, I get that. Some of you are artists and you share your work. I get that, too.
But the inane recycling of sexy photos is wearing on me. It’s turned this place into something shallow, superficial, and most of all, impersonal.
It’s such a bitch transferring all my old posts to another medium but I might go back to Blogger and just keep Tumblr for things that aren’t so important. At least when I was there I knew people were paying attention because they were intrigued by what I had to say.
1 year ago