I'm an experienced but obscure author, traditionally published, with seven years experience of the "Huffington Post UK" and a little blog on "Goodreads" which is now going to get a little more use.That's because I tried to sign up for Substack today. I had two recent articles ready to go and an old biography which could easily be updated.It must also be said that, due to their subject matter, there is a very slight chance that either or both the copyrights I have in my name might one day be worth millions.I don't make idle claims, and it is only a slight chance, but it is most definitely there.I'm also autistic, and I was hoping to feel included.But your site's a slow-motion car-crash. Non user-friendly, confusing, convoluted and essentially total crap. Your brainless bot was even worse and, while I admit my patience with condescending prigs in their twenties who can't see anything but smartphones and apps has gone, I just got even more evidence that whichever acne-ridden morons developed this crock of excrement are simply quite out of touch with the real world and entrenched in the belief that everyone likes fiddling around with junk IT like this all day.You're more intolerant and entrenched than the generation you're succeeding, your fine words about diversity, equality and inclusion mean nothing, you're overweight and self-absorbed and (particularly in this case) you are producing a product not worth the code it's written with.Perhaps I'm cutting off my nose to spite my face, but I'll leave you with the fact that I know how to resurrect "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" (long story which I'm now not going to tell you) and am the only man alive commercially to publicise the Book of Deer (not going to explain about that either); and that while you may feel so clever and trendy and cool, you've just thoroughly alienated an old white guy who just ain't gonna take no more shit from stupid brats like you.Capisce, kids?
