Update time. I’ve been meaning to talk about the whole email situation—timing, frequency, the overwhelming onslaught of “Hey, look at me!” crowding up the inbox. I know I’m not alone in feeling that slow burn of annoyance, or maybe it’s a fast burn depending on the day, every time I wake up to a dozen new notifications pinging away before I’ve even fully opened my eyes. And I know, I’m not that special—everyone’s email is a minefield, and it’s only getting worse. I can’t stand being part of the problem, and yet, somehow, here I am, contributing to exactly the thing I hate if I send out an email with every single post which is why I try not to though I do forget to hit that button from time to time that makes it so email isn’t sent out, that I may always be a bit absent minded on for some reason. It’s a bit like being caught in your own spiderweb, isn’t it? The best laid plans, spun with precision, only to realize you’re trapped in it yourself. My name’s there are the same as here. Siearra Frost. (URLs at the bottom)
I have had this nagging thought for a while, and it’s honestly embarrassing it took me so long to see the obvious. Why, for the love of all that is chaotic and half-caffeinated, am I still considering using mass emails to alert everyone about my posts and updates and whatever else I’m doing? It’s not as if we’re back in 2003, when mailing lists were the pulse of the creative underground, and you waited for that one email to drop like a secret code. Now, every corner of the digital world is a megaphone, and yet part of me kept clinging to this idea that email was the “proper” way to keep people in the loop. Maybe it’s the writer’s nostalgia, or maybe I just like the neatness of the message sitting in the inbox, waiting. But neatness—let’s be honest here—is a lie. My inbox is about as neat as a raccoon’s den during garbage night, my one email actually can’t count high enough to tell me how many unread I have. Tips on how to clear that fast would be appreciated as a side note.
So, here’s what I’ve done: I’ve started putting up links to my posts on Threads, Bluesky, Mastodon, and Tumblr and I figure why not let you choose the notifications there who knows I might even put up a poll at some point in these platforms to see if emails are desired. All the strange corners of the internet where my words can live, with their own little echoes and feedback loops. Threads, though, that’s where I end up more often than not. The people are there, the conversation is moving, and every time I dip in, I find myself pulled along for the ride—sometimes it’s a deep dive, sometimes it’s a belly flop, but it’s always something. I can’t promise coherence, not always, but I can promise honesty. I figured it might be smarter, saner, and let’s face it, just a little bit more respectful, if I used those platforms to keep everyone up to date on my writing, both here and wherever else my words land. No more surprise emails, no more scheduled blasts that get lost in the digital static. Unless, and this is key, unless I feel like something really matters, something that has weight—then, and only then, will the email gods be disturbed or if I forget to toggle that damn switch again. I want to keep those moments rare, like finding a typo in a published book, rare enough that when you see my name pop up, you know it’s worth your time.
But, and here’s the caveat, you should know what you’re signing up for if you follow me on Threads. I don’t censor myself there. The writing gets wild, sometimes raw, sometimes a little bit off the rails, and yes, sometimes it veers into adult territory. I have to warn you—there’s kink and not just on Fridays, there’s chaos, there’s stuff there that is absolutely not everyone’s cup of tea. If you’re more of a chamomile person looking for gentle sips, maybe Threads isn’t the spot for you. Bluesky, Mastodon, Tumblr—they’re all a bit tamer, or maybe just differently weird, but less likely to throw you some curveball content at two in the morning as I am not as active there though I do pay attention to notifications. I always want to be clear about this because nothing annoys me more than stumbling into a space expecting one thing and getting blindsided by something completely different. It’s only fair you know what you’re getting into.
I think it’s important—crucial, really—to be upfront about what I’m doing, especially when it’s niche, or taboo, or enough off-center that it might catch someone off guard. I don’t want to tiptoe around it or bury the truth under layers of euphemism. That’s not me. If you’re here, it’s because you want the real stuff, not the watered-down, version of me that’s been sugarcoated for mass consumption and you want my kind of chaos. The chaos is part of the process, part of the voice, part of why people have stuck around for this long. If I tried to sand off the rough edges, I’d lose that spark that keeps things interesting—at least for me. Maybe for you, too. Who knows. That’s the beauty of it, isn’t it? The unpredictability, the zig-zag path through the digital jungle, the feeling that at any moment things could go sideways, and that might be the point.
So, this is the new normal: less worry about email, more real-time updates wherever I’m actually hanging out online. If you want to be in the thick of it, where the words are barely cooled before they hit the feed, Threads is the place. Fair warning. I’m not going to apologize for that—too many people apologize for taking up space, for being a little too much, for having corners that don’t fit in the boxes. I’d rather own it. I’d rather be clear, and let you decide if you’re in for the ride as most of you probably know given I am not so quiet about being transparent as possible. And if not, no hard feelings. There’s enough noise out there already and you are here. I just don’t want you expecting an email when I am going to avoid them unless there is enough interest in doing so.
I guess what I’m saying is, I’ll reach out when it counts, when it matters, when I feel the urge to break the silence because something important is happening. The rest of the time, you’ll find me where the conversation is alive, where the chaos fits, and where I don’t have to second-guess if one more email will be the straw that breaks the inbox. It’s not perfect, but nothing ever is. And honestly, I like it that way because it is me, raw, unfiltered, untamed and throwing off the masks one step at a time till I no longer hide any part of me even without knowing it.
https://www.threads.com/@siearra_frost?igshid=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==
https://bsky.app/profile/siearrafrost.bsky.social
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