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Screw This

Blogging just ain’t for me, I’m telling myself. It hasn’t been for years, and even then, it wasn’t. That wasn’t blogging, it was drafting, spewing–towards a literary criticism. I’m only on here because I can be sure that it won’t be lost in the digital ether between my tablet and my laptop…my laptop, I use for work. It’s big and powerful, with keys spread confidently across a handsome black surface. It’s not for play. A bluetooth keyboard separate from the screen it’s sent to, however–isn’t that enticing? So, thanks, WordPress, for saving my drafts. Blogger is not on Kindle, and neither is Tumblr. (Well, there’s a client app. Screw that.)