Slap upside the head oughta get their attention

I have been stoooopid.

For years now, I’ve sort of thought of myself as a semi-famous blogger. I used to be the moderator of a fairly active FidoNet national mailing list, and I got a lot of mail. There were also a number of people making comments at this blog.

BUT . . . traffic has fallen off. I’m not famous, really. And this platform, LiveJournal, is quickly losing credibility and sliding into the trash. They’ve stated that they want to be more like Facebook and other social networking sites, and they don’t care about their established users. They would rather attract a lot of new people.

Fair enough. I’ve had friends who said they wanted to go be with the popular crowd and were sorry that they’d have to treat us nerds/grinds/straight-A types badly from then on. I’ve watched as people dumped their nice and loyal boyfriends for the next new shiny man who came around the corner. I’ve seen businesses decide to change their brand and their charter.

I’ve even seen the strategy work.

But I want a journaling/blogging site that’s like LJ used to be. The closest thing I’ve seen is Dreamwidth. I can’t remember to get on there, is the problem. A lot of writers who blog are choosing WordPress, and they tell me it allows for cross-posting. I should probably transition over to one of those platforms. I’d be cross-posting until the bitter end, so I’ll be hanging on here as well.

I won’t dump LiveJournal, but I’m afraid it is going to crawl into the dumper over the next few months. It’s going to leave US, and it doesn’t care. Well . . . life happens.

Who’s out there and happy at another site? Is it Dreamwidth? Or something else?

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Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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