Know your audience

This appears to be the message the Universe wants me to get today.

At today's staff meeting of doom... Breaking Bad (who also happens to be a frustrated screen writer - I kid you not, he literally is) informed us that it was important that we know our audience. And write to it.
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Twitter is kind of driving that point home at the moment. In interesting and entertaining ways.

tia witcher extraordinaire
cursedhive
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we're cancelling each other over book takes today. post your cancellable book take

This was after the cancelling each other over food takes.

Mine?
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And..

This ...(not posted by me)

I'm definitely taking a hiatus from #GH Soap Twitter. There's no enjoyment anymore. I feel like I can't criticize a story, a pairing, or the writing without seeing subtweets about it being hypocritical or a dozen other reasons my opinion isn't valid. 🤷🏻‍♀️

You win. I give up.

"Dear Internet - It's Okay to have your own opinions"

I restrained myself from retweeting and stating: "But posting them is another matter entirely" or "It's not necessarily okay to post them."

You'd think people would know this. But alas, no. I know it. I get into trouble for posting my opinions all the time. Lots of trouble. Know your audience. (Easier said than done.)

With social media, it is kind of hard to know or figure out the audience - they are so varied, and there's quite a bit of turn-over. ( Read more... )

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My writing style has been known to change based on what I've been reading (and also based on my audience). I tend to mimic a writing style, not completely, but it can influence my own. I have to work against that happening sometimes. But if someone writes or posts in a formal academic style - I'll shift my writing style or adjust it to match theirs. I find it easier to adjust my writing to an academic style than the abbreviated casual slang style. Mainly because I write more formally for a living.

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Me: I'm trying to figure out where to retire -
Mother: Well your brother already has that figured out for you.
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Why can't relationships and people be the way we want them to be in our heads? ( Read more... )

I don't think it's a good idea to tell others what to do. Family or otherwise, unless they ask of course. Because we don't actually know their situations or stresses or anxieties, or what makes them tick. My brother doesn't understand me - nor does he really know me, any more than I really know him. We kind of see each other peripherally - from the corners of our eyes, not straight on. And that may well be our problem - neither of us has really taken the time to deal with one another straight on. And you kind of need both people to take the time to do it.

We did when we were younger, but folks change over time. And, it's harder to do it now. It wasn't easy then either - but we kind of had to. Yet, we never did it without judgement or through our own desires or issues. So, no, even then I don't think we ever looked at each other head on.

I think this may be true with a lot of relationships. Where people deal with one another peripherally. But they don't really know one another.

Mother: It's hard to make friends in the US or meet people.
Me: It is. I make them - they move away. And work's difficult because we all live so far away from each other. We're friendly at work - but not really outside of it. We never see each other outside of work.
Mother: Even meeting neighbors is difficult - except for places like where I am now. But before - in Kansas City, we barely met them. If you have a dog, and are walking it - you often meet people.
Me: Except I always feel sorry for the dogs...so that won't work. (I do, the dogs always give me the same lost puppy look - "save me!" and I think, "sorry, can't, but hey at least you aren't in a cage or being killed, look on the bright side.")

After the pandemic - I may try to volunteer at an animal shelter or donate knitted animal blankets.

It is hard to meet new people and make friends though.

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I'm stealing time to work on my books. I've so many to work on and no time. Since, I find writing hard after a full day of doing nothing but writing, reading, revising, editing, analyzing writing, and more writing.

But ...I need to write and revise my stories. Even if they don't get published and no one reads them. I have to. If that makes sense.

Mother: It does. It's where your heart is.
Me: I don't like writing non-fiction. I don't like reading it. It's fiction, my stories I want to write.
Mother: I get it. If I could write half as well as you do - it's what I would write. And it's what I prefer to read. I completely understand - it's your heart. You are a story teller. You always were. Just like my older sister. I'd never tell you to stop doing that.

The stories even play with my head during work and walking home. They are always there, buzzing in the back of my brain or in my heart, fighting for air time.

I also need to steal time to print off my photos, frame them, and draw and paint some. There's going to be a lot time-stealing going on, apparently.