Sometime around 2022, I realized that most of the posts I wrote for this blog and sent out via MailChimp ended up in spam folders. In hopes of fixing that problem, I began writing on Substack instead (personal stuff here, work stuff here). I kept paying the domain registration for this site, mostly because it contains a lot of writing I’m still proud of, and if it didn’t live here, then where would it live?
I’ve recently started to think about this blog again. Two reasons. I realized that Austin Kleon still maintains his blog even though most of his writing is on Substack. And Substack began to feel more and more like social media, even if it’s still Twitter for literary dorks. Substack is a private company, after all, and they’ll enshittify if they have to.
All of that said, I’m still planning to do most of my writing on Substack. After all, the point is to be read. But I also feel like I’m building a home on rented land. I want my own space, too. And yes, it still relies on a hosting provider (GitHub) and a registered domain I pay $20 a year for, but it’s as much mine as anything on the Internet is able to be, and that makes me happy.






