Speed is the only courtesy the algorithm still recognizes. Between the instant an article goes live and the moment you decide it deserves applause, the feed has already curdled. What felt fresh to you at breakfast is sour by lunch, not because the words aged, but because attention oxidizes faster than fruit. The gap you leave for modesty is an open window through which relevance escapes. By the time you work up the nerve to mention your own work, the room is empty and the air smells of someone else’s perfume.Promotion is not a vanity parade you schedule after the real work is done; it is the second half of the same breath. Hit publish, exhale immediately into the share button while the lung still remembers the shape of the sentence. The readers you want are skimming in the same heartbeat, thumbs twitching for the next novelty. They will not scroll back to discover what they missed; yesterday might as well be last year. Every minute you spend pretending humility is a minute your words spend sliding down an endless wall they can no longer cling to.The fear feels civilized: good manners supposedly demand that you wait, let the piece “speak for itself,” allow discovery to happen organically. But the ecosystem you are courting is not a quiet library; it is a street bazaar where every stall owner shouts and the crowd moves in herds. If you stand silently beside your own oranges, the fruit will brown while you rehearse a demure invitation. Raise your voice the same second the peel splits open; the scent travels farther when it still has heat.Shortening the interval does not require gymnastic urgency. It only asks you to stop treating publicity as a separate season. Keep the caption half-written in your head before the final period lands. Have the email draft open so you can swap in the link and press send while your pulse is still elevated from the last keystroke. The energy that carried you through the conclusion is the same energy that will carry the announcement; split them and both deflate. Momentum is a fragile joint, and hesitation snaps it cleanly.What you are protecting is not dignity but the illusion that good work floats naturally to the top. It does not. It rises when the person who knows it best decides, without apology, to act as its first wind. Publish, then speak in the same motion, as if the article were a telegram that arrives only when you personally place it in the gloved hand. The interval you erase is the distance between birth and first cry; let the room hear the voice while the lungs are still wet with life.
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