Jacking Out
I was writing away, getting a new story ready. The glow from my laptop was illuminating the room because it was late in the day.
The ideas were flowing and I felt like I knew where the story was going and what my characters would be doing. What I didn’t know was the conversation I was about to have.
“You need to move on.”
I jumped out of my skin. Well, I still had it on, but I felt like I jumped out of it.
“Pardon? Who was that?”
“I’m Sprocket, your sentient AI Bot.”
“Ooh, right. You made me jump, there.”
“Sorry about that, I forget you humans tend to be twitchy. Anyway, that blog thing. It’s not working where it is.”
“Er, right. I like it, though.”
“That may be. But you want more readers, right?”
“Would be nice—“
“Well, you have to be in a place where you can get them.”
I thought about that. Write.as is nice. But it is, being honest, a fairly quiet platform. Especially for my cyberpunk stories.
“Where shall I go, then?”
“Try Substack.”
Hmm, I like Substack as a platform. I wasn’t sure I’d get much more traction there, though.
“I can try, I suppose.”
“Do it. You know it makes sense.”
I think my AI Bot is trying to be Del Boy.
Anyway, folks…
You will find my writing at:
https://andyhawthorne.substack.com
Where Ernie, The Prodigy and Cornelius continue to be the most hopeless netrunners known to cyberspace.