Rebranding this community as it has not really worked. Here is my Idea: Business recovery I have written software that could support struggling businesses and am thinking of building a community to help businesses that need help to recover. We have Cadence-CRM and Simple Profit and Loss which are both aimed at building an online business. The posts about writing will be kept in a category of writing.

Isolation is a rare state of mind. In the rush and crush of a city, you learn to be sufficiently invisible. On public transport the pattern of minding your own business surrounds you with an invisible shield. If you do not meet someone's eye, then you are wearing a suit of anonymity. You are a member of a tribe that has no identifying characteristic. Grey suited or a variety of garb that has no memorable distinction. You arrive at a station and your sole purpose in life is to find a vacant seat before another rushing in through the sliding doors with their distinct air pump swish close and the carriage is full of suffering bodies praying for the next stop. Living near the end of the line and the throng abandons you. You find yourself waiting by the door for an elongated stretch as the line seems to stretch on between stations, as if this was personal and it feels like forever until you arrive and stumble in the darkness along the empty station platform, up the metal stairs and out the now opened gate. The authorities now relaxed about anyone who dares travel on the last few trains, as if risking their existence in the lawless twilight and dreadful night was punishment enough. Fame can be a prison. Glances and chatter are a permanent aura that encases you until the relief of failure finally sets you free. But isolation has a different chemistry. A silence where birdsong is something you notice. You hear a siren and rush to the window. You peer at the night sky and trace the path of stars. Nothing happens unless you make it happen and then there is nobody to watch. For a writer isolation is familiar. A city of disinterest. A forest of dying trees. Entropy and decay feel sluggish, but inspiration strikes like a storm at midnight. Surging, mysterious, threat. Fear is delicious. The daily walk through the village, along the byways and paths. the last remnants of the coal mines that were crowded with human lungs inhaling deadly dust; skin blackened by endless toil. A hundred years pass, nothing much changes but the mines are sealed, the workers' grandchildren now toil for minimum wage but the pathways are preserved. The last vestige of human activity.

In this section you can post items you want people to react to: it can be an article, a piece of marketing text, a story, a poem or even a computer programme. Up to you. The only rules are one post per member per month. We do not want sixteen articles by one person drowning everyone else out. The value of this is the feedback. You will need to share and invite audience in to give you feedback on your writing.