Imagine that is me in the picture. There I am, surveying the Twitterscape, ready to share my basket of wordy picnic goodies with all my writing pals, who will be along in a minute. Except that a storm is on its way, and they don't come. They don't bring their curried scotch eggs for me to try, or their elderflower and pineapple fizz. I won't be sharing out my cloudberry Bakewells and spiced elk cheese.
And so, I pick up my still-full basket and walk to a different hill, with a different view. Here there is no storm, and I find a familiar seat to perch on. Perhaps if I let them all know, they will still join my picnic, and I might even meet some new friends, who bring dragon cookies, and a flask of positivitea.
I will stay on Twitter until the end. It is my writing home. But as things look wobblier than ever for the little blue bird, I have set up on Instagram @attielime, and will endeavour to blog more regularly and update my website more often. I have put a lot of time and love into Twitter and got so much from it. I'm sad, but to quote someone I know, "That's just the way it is.".
I really hope that I get some more subscribers to my blog post alerts (hopefully they're active now), and if you're someone who is a DM pal then my email is on the website if you want to say hi. And who knows, maybe, just maybe, the storm will blow over and the big friendly writing picnic is back on. I'll bring the biscuits!