When Life Hands You Lemons

Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay

A couple of months ago. I received a notification from Twitter telling me that my profile image violated their terms of use. I complied with their instructions and changed the offending image. I found it a little ironic that the image that was so offensive was so tame compared to some of the ones that I have seen in my timeline. As I was venting about it to The Unicorn she informed me that trigger of these events was likely being reported by someone. That Twitter as an organisation wouldn’t normally identify an offending image and take action. I would concur as the image had been in place for possibly years with no issues. In a fit of defiance I posted an image from the #travellingboob series. 

It was a foolish decision made without any adult consideration. I knew it wasn’t compliant but like a teenager I didn’t stop to consider the consequences. Things went well for a couple of weeks but of course it was only a matter of time. And then I was in Twitter jail again. Despite all of my ranting and frustration at communicating with Bots and their automated system they were the ones with the power. And I was a small person who didn’t matter to them. 

And so my account is suspended. Which is frustrating. Frustrating because their response to my question; “Does that mean I can’t re-open this account ever?”  Was “your account has been suspended and will not be reactivated?” They haven’t deleted the account. I can’t delete the account so it sits there in suspended animation with the offending profile image on display. Maybe one day it will come back to life. In the meantime I am left to take stock.

I regret being impulsive because it has affected traffic to my blog. Something I didn’t stop to consider properly. I have lost contact with a few people who I kind of wish I didn’t, also something I didn’t stop to consider properly. My perception of social media has changed a little during this process. I used to think it was a piece of fluff that we used to fill our time. And it is. But it is also something else. A tool for connecting to people. It would be easy to think that one platform can be replaced by another but that is not so. They are all different. They don’t serve the same purpose. And if the community you are connected to all use a particular platform you are kind of forced to use it too. 

And so here I sit. Taking stock of what I am doing with the blog, with my writing. I have always said that I only blogged for my own purposes and wouldn’t be driven by traffic. That is still true, up to a point, but it feels pointless putting words out into thin air. There has to be some kind of function to my writing. I need to feel that there is someone getting pleasure from my words. Ultimately it would be amazing if people liked it enough to give me money for my words but finding those people and providing words worth money is something I am not sure I have the wherewithal to do. 

As a step towards finding paying customers I opened a Medium account. I haven’t posted there yet but as part of this ‘taking stock” process I am getting some pieces ready. I am not abandoning Corrupting Mrs Jones as I only really want to post fiction on Medium. So you will all still be subjected to my rambling thoughts. I started this year determined to keep up a sustained presence on Corrupting Mrs Jones. I have achieved that goal and for a while the traffic reflected that. Until my nipples got in the way. What it has shown me is that I am OK as a writer. I just need to be a bit more focussed. In the wash-up I regret being impulsive but I think it has given me the nudge I needed. As they say, onwards and upwards. 

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