I took a look at my blog the other day. â€˜Last post Jan 18 2016â€™, so nearly a year spent noodling around on Twitter rather than actually writing anything. Iâ€™d started a new job and that needed a fair bit of my attention, then there were games to play and food to eat and things to build. Then before you know it youâ€™ve stopped writing and replaced it with reusing other peopleâ€™s writing by â€˜retweetingâ€™ it.
No one reads blogs anymore, or so goes the common consensus, but when I use twitter Iâ€™m often redirected to a website, a blog or a whatever you call a Tumblr thing.
I also wasnâ€™t angry. Well, thatâ€™s a bit of a lie. I first started writing because I was angry about things and writing about it got it off my chest. Iâ€™m still angry but I came to realise that not many people cared about the things I cared about, and so my writing didnâ€™t exactly save the NHS, fix the planet or stop tech people from doing really dumb things.
But, maybe I do have it in me to write again. There are more and more stupid things happening, and while you may mutter about â€˜echo chambersâ€™ and â€˜shouting into the voidâ€™, perhaps there might be a bit of value in starting to write again.
(If you are curious about the title, â€˜bingo fuelâ€™ is a term for the amount of fuel you need to land a plane safely. Iâ€™ve got a horrible fear that the NHS is past that point and is truely doomed. I hope for everyoneâ€™s sake that Iâ€™m wrong)