At three months old, most babies can hold up their heads for a period of time, but they still require very frequent feedings. That’s about where Work Stew is, as it rounds the 12-week mark: it is increasingly steady in some respects—the core readership is growing nicely, and new essays are coming in at a healthy pace—but it still requires a great deal of loving care.
On the basis that it never hurts to ask (which is quickly becoming the official credo of Work Stew), I thought I would use this update to issue a short wish list of sorts. Here are two simple ways in which you, the site’s early adopters, can play an instrumental role in nurturing Work Stew towards a robust toddlerhood:
1. Rustle up an astronaut, Mo Rocca, or both.
I’ve long believed that if I had had the good sense (and the math skills) to become an astronaut, I’d have completely side-stepped all this career angst. I mean, really: does an astronaut spend any time—any time at all—wondering if they’ve chosen the right path? In my mind, the answer is clearly no, but I’d still like to read a first-person account on Work Stew.
Alternatively, or in addition, I’d really love to get an essay from Mo Rocca. In a perfect world, those of us who loved Mo years before he hit it big with that chickwich spiel would simply be able to call him up and invite him to contribute to Work Stew. But the line between Eager Editor of a New Website and, well, Stalker can be perilously thin. So it would be really great if someone who’s in touch with Mo these days could ask on my behalf.
2. School me in this, how you say, Twitter thing.
At first, I resisted Twitter. It seemed to me like there was already plenty of noise being pushed out at people who aren’t really listening. Why add to the cacophony? But then I was urged by some Work Stew contributors to promote their writing via Twitter and I figured: if someone has taken the time to craft a thoughtful, thousand-word essay, the least I can do is cobble together 140 characters announcing that the piece has been published.
So I buckled down and sent my maiden message. Afterwards I wrote: “I just tweeted for the very first time. I’m still blushing and I feel 10 years younger.” And a strange thing happened: someone signed up to ‘follow’ me. Then another. Then another. But it’s early days and @workstew still has only a small handful of followers. If you are some sort of tweeting genius, can you please: a) send me any tips/critiques (email@example.com) and b) tweet about your favorite Work Stew essay? ‘Liking’ Work Stew’s new Facebook page would also be deeply, deeply appreciated.
Thanks very much!