Oh yeah: I’m not on Facebook anymore

Guess the body of this post is pretty much in the subject line up there.

Maybe again someday? Who knows. Just deactivated, didn’t delete. Wanted to see what the other side is like. But I’m still in birdland, should anybody need me.

And I’m on Litsy as well, having fun.

Not on Instagram, though. Reason? I never think of taking pictures. Jealous of an impressed by all the people who do and can, though. Or, maybe I should say, the only things I ever think to snap a pic of, which maybe explains why I’m not an Instagrammer, are:

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A Quiet, Well-Lighted Place

a quiet place

The Shining is great and amazing and permanent and iconic and all that good stuff, of course, but one thing it has going for it that very, very few other stories ever get is that it instantly activates our imagination—immediately upon hearing the premise, we put ourselves in that situation of being winter caretaker for a remote hotel, and then, before we ever read what King wrote, we’re writing our own stories in our heads: I’d sleep in a different bed every night, I’d make myself sit in place and watch an orange on the table until it started to decay, I’d, I don’t know, write a bloody ending for this story swirling through my head, play catch with myself against the wall of the Big Room, and on and on.

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