"(Was I TOO LOUD?) Even now, a few days later the word,
is as big and as hollow as it ever was. Perhaps I could withdraw it, as one often does with things one writes online, pulling out the bottom card from a house of a conversations, an identity even. But will the editors at Necessary Fiction let me erase myself? Probably not. "The Internet’s not written in pencil, Mark, it’s written in ink." I can’t retract the word so, quick, better find something to fill it! Could I fill such a loud word up with whispers?
Why not? After all a pound of feathers weighs the same as a pound of lead..."
This is the second part of my manifesto(ish) for writing on the Internet at Necessary Fiction (originally intended for International Women's Day last Friday but their site was down). You can read the rest of the post here.