Time The Hungry Destroyer
Updated: Sep 3
From Hyperphantasia to Ghosting
Dear Friends and Readers, I have been neglecting you, and for that I am sorry. Time, the hungry destroyer, has been much on my mind of late.
An online friend's husband suddenly left her without warning, and she wrote to us all about her shock and how it has made her doubt the very basis of the world she lives in, and her fears for the future. And then today she wrote that 30 days have already passed since that first update. I was gobsmacked, it feels like less than a week.
Does time actually speed up as we get older? I know that's a cliched question, but I do sometimes wonder. How will I ever reach the few goals I have set myself with my body fighting me every step of the way (thank you leaky gut and other issues) and time squirming through my grasp like raindrops?
A recap of the last month
Please scroll down for links to recent articles, if you don't want to read the recap.
I'm working on a book (not as often as I should be!) and trying to market articles to a bunch of independent publications too. I'm so desperate to be better organised I even started a feckin excel spreadsheet.
Being a writer means being your own marketing manager these days, and it takes a lot of time. When you submit a pitch to an independent, you have to use their rules, which change from publisher to publisher, just like you're applying for a new job. Now imagine having to do that 20 times for one article and then try to market 2 or 3 articles a week. It's my least favourite part of writing, trying to get paid for it - I need an agent! Any offers gratefully accepted. The pay is zero for the moment, but I'll give you a cut of whatever I make, and unbounded gratitude.
I've also been publishing quite a bit straight to Medium, instead of publishing here first and importing. Honestly, that's also just a time constraint for the most part. It takes time to first publish here and then rework the formatting for Medium. Medium won't accept my articles from this blog directly as imports, so I then have to copy and format as though it's a new piece, then add canonical links. And even when the site does allow me to upload as an import, I have to double check everything as sometimes it misses out entire chunks of text, including headlines, and I still have to re-add all the hyperlinks regardless.
Sometimes, it's just too much.
But I have been publishing quite a lot on Medium. I set myself a goal of reaching a certain number of views and reads, and I very nearly got there this month, not quite but have doubled my views in the last couple of months, which I'm counting as a victory.
There was a time where I didn't publish on Medium much at all, for about four months, and that severely impacted my growth. Since I've decided to stay for the moment I am trying to make up lost gains, so do me a favour and follow me on there if you spend any time on Medium at all.
I've linked below to a few of the better articles I've written in the last few weeks that you missed out on if you're following this site.
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There are a lot of things I don't like about Medium, but their membership fee has never been one of them. I think 5 US dollars a month for the chance to read the entire site is actually pretty good value. There are a lot of great writers on there, and some famous names too - as well as some dross obviously.
But anyway, if it's not what you want to do, just ask me for a friend link :)
Without further ado, here are the articles I think you might enjoy that didn't make it to this site first.
"The Ghosted often offer many clues as to why someone might choose to ghost them, without apparently being aware of it."
"Would I ever have been stupid enough to sell naked pictures of my kids to some photographer I was friendly with? That’s a hard no. I was a lion mother. Fiercely protective of my children."
"People are allowed to say no to you. People are allowed to disagree with you. That’s not hatred, phobic, an ism, unkind or any other “insert slur”. We all have the right to opposing opinions.
All of us. Not just you. Not just the people you like.
We must all — no matter what our politics and beliefs are — we must ALL be able to defend any and all arguments logically and rationally."
"It’s a curious affliction, and one I’ve noted many times. A discussion begins about a TV show, and in jumps a wankweasel with “Oooh, I’ve never seen a single episode of…”
Is that right, aye?
Gosh, you’re so special."
"Your older brother will turn into kind of a wanker because of the pandemic, so when he starts raving and ranting don’t try to respond — at all — about anything Covid related. Not even super politely and carefully. He’s looking for a fight because you’ve been riding out this shit in one of the luckiest places in the world, and he’s been in hell. He needs someone to blame, and you’re it. No matter how you bite your tongue he’s going to be rude and unreasonable, so just send memes and amusing cat videos, however much he pesters."
Hyperphantasia is cruelty by stealth. Memories are pockets of reality, dreamlike photographs of moments I can never consign to oblivion. An ineradicable carousel of endless hours. A kinetoscope of terrible wonders to distract when the time comes for my breath to leave my body, when my mind may finally be still and silent.
Thank you, as always for your reads and for your time. And wishing you all, as always, fair winds and a following sea.
Alison Tennent, Queensland, Australia, September 2021
Copyright Alison Tennent 2021, all rights reserved. Scottish by birth, upbringing and bloodline, Australian by citizenship. If you’re reading this anywhere but The Garrulous Glaswegian or Medium, this work may have been plagiarized