How silly to set up on Substack, in 2022, when I already had a perfectly good website. (This place, here. You’re in it now.)
Flintoff.org was established in 2002. It’s spacious, much larger than it may seem from outside, contains thousands of articles, thousands of pictures, four bathrooms, a sauna, good transport links and a pleasant view etc.
A friend told me I was cannibalising myself with Substack. She was right. So I’m trying to stop. I’m bringing back here to my website things I’ve posted on Instagram, LinkedIn and Substack (and probably other places).
I thought it would be polite to explain this on Substack, and did so this week, thus:
Mostly, you can find me elsewhere
Hello dear friend on Substack.
I came here in 2022 (I think), and it seemed like a wonderful thing, what with Twitter up in flames and so on. Then a friend of mine pointed out that being here and (more to the point) publishing here was basically to cannibalise myself, because I have a very wonky little website of my own already, with a wonky little newsletter too, with charming subscribers.
The tagline for my website is “About creative self-expression, through writing, drawing and speaking, and I haven’t changed that for more than a decade, so hey.
Mostly the stuff on my site and in my newsletter is aimed at people – ie, individual human beings. But some parts are written for organisations I work with. I try to be very honest – and not only about difficult stuff.
I continue to love receiving several email-based publications I signed up for on Substack, but Substack wants me to install the Substack app and be on it all the time – basically doing the dance of the seven veils, etc, like on Facebook etc – which I don’t want, each to their own!, but I’d probably end up in the psych ward again – so I frequently miss messages, sorry about that.