The Good Patrons of 750 Words

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I met someone the other day and she wrote artists’ pages and said the whole point was that you had to be sure nobody would ever read them, otherwise you wouldn’t be honest with yourself. On reflection, I kind of agree – posting stuff to a database on an internet server, no matter how much you trust it, always makes you feel a little guarded. There are some things I don’t write about…

I guess it could work in a couple of ways. The most dramatic would be a self-destructing version where as soon as you finished writing the words were destroyed and no records kept (this artist said she tore her pages up and burned them after writing every morning).

Or slightly less sever – the same interface, but posts are saved to an encrypted file in Dropbox.

Cheers!