Am I missing something? Is there a new ‘Absurdity’ genre of stories that are not intended to make sense?
I have read two books this week that promised much but delivered nothing other than almost complete bewilderment. They didn’t make sense at all.
Yet both had received four and five star reviews. I have absolutely no idea how.
Surely a basic requirement of writing a story for someone else to read is that it needs to make sense? It needs to mean something, to communicate an idea, or to at least not leave the reader perplexed.
I don’t understand how those books are meant to be enjoyable.
If someone else likes them, that’s great, but they are not for me.
Due to recent trends, my algorithm has been realigned.
You may notice that your invitations to boost my posts or create advertisements will receive zero attention. Some may be marked as spam due to lower perceived relevance to the audience.
If you won’t show my posts to the people who do follow me, I most certainly will not be paying you to show them to people who don’t.
Because, as you say so often yourself, “it’s all about engagement”.
Fortunately for the rest of us, there are other places to “engage”, too.
Are you aware that Twitter neither suppress nor hides anything I post? As soon as it’s sent, BAM, it’s out there for the whole Twitverse to see.
We’re you aware that WordPress allows me to use tags, categories and SEO to make my posts available beyond those who already follow my blog? And they do it free of charge. Ingenious, no?
I’ll still give you a little attention, Facey. But not as much as you want. And not to help you make money. From what I have heard on the news, you’ve already got quite enough out of people like me.
Today, I developed a new phrase which I think is going to prove very useful for me, if not for anyone else.
The term is laxative proximity.
It describes the phenomenon where the effect of a particular individual’s presence gives one the feeling or mood commonly known as “the sh*ts”.
The higher the laxative proximity (LP), the greater that effect.
Some people can manage to have a powerful LP effect from a considerable distance. All it takes is for someone to mention their name, or they send you a text or email, or they comment on a friend’s Facebook post… and those telltale first sensations of the LP effect kick in.
Others have a more cumulative effect: the more time you spend with them, the worse it gets.
At the same time, some individuals are so toxic, it’s impossible to be completely immune.
Hence, it should be noted that LP has quite a strong residual effect. It can take considerable time for the effect to wear off.
I believe that my observation and definition of LP may just prove to be a significant moment in history.
I Googled the phrase, and it seems that nobody has used the term in this sense on the internet before. There were two or three occurrences that seemed like very poor internet based translation in response to some of the 1,350,000 results (in 0.73 seconds, no less) that suggested various forms and uses of laxatives for physical relief and/or colonic cleansing.
It really does seem as though I have achieved something I’ve often thought I’d like to do: creating a newly-coined phrase of my own.
Gosh, I’m feeling very accomplished for this early on a Friday night.