2015 October Platform Challenge: Day 29 – Join Another Social Media Site

This came into my inbox: 2015 October Platform Challenge (link). I almost deleted it. Almost. Then the voice on my left shoulder (we’ll call him Muninn) cawed, “You have been wanting to work on this skill as long as I can remember.” Not to be outdone, the voice on my right shoulder, (let’s just say he’s named Huginn) cackled, “I really think you should do this.”

So sleeves up, I am committed to this month of daily challenges! Here goes…

2015 October Platform Challenge: Day 29 – Join Another Social Media Site



The instructions for today are: “Join Another Social Media Site”

“He’s kidding right?” I stare at the challenge.

Huginn peeks over my shoulder. “I think he’s serious.”

Muninn hops over to see what the fuss is about. He whistles low, “I seem to recall you trying to be active on the Top Ten.”

“That’s just it! I can’t think of another one that would be even remotely appropriate,” I agree.

Huginn flips over to my website, “You are already on the following: About.MeAmazonFacebookGoodReadsGoogle+iTunesLinkedInPinterestRedditRSSSoundCloudTumblrTwitterWROTE Podcast.”

I stare at the bird, “I know you’re a mythic being and all… but how in the hell did you speak in iconography?”

Huginn basks in his own importance.

Muninn leans in close and whispers, “He won’t answer that. He didn’t actually realize he’d done something amazing until you pointed it out. Now he’s going to be all smug and silent because he lacks the ability to explain it.”

“Can you explain it?” I whisper back.

Muninn shrugs, “He’s the embodiment of ‘thought’ and not all thoughts come as linear text.”

“Oh.” I felt like I should have known.

“What about,” Muninn points at the first suggestion in the challenge post, “that one? Wattpad?”

I shake my head, “I’ve considered it. But ultimately I agree with Wil Wheaton. Artists give enough away under the aegis of ‘discoverability.’ I’m not going to support a site that’s whole premise is to create a class of artists who cannot pay rent and utilities. I veto that suggestion outright.”

The birds look at each other, sharing a moment that I was absolutely not a part of.

“Right,” Huginn concludes, “Post the ones you have and touch each one of them today. If that doesn’t satisfy this challenge I don’t know what will.”

Muninn nods. They share another glance and fly off in a hurry.

What the hell, birds? What the hell?