To be truthful, this post was a long time coming. And chances are, my remaining one (or maybe two?) readers knew this long before I did.
Thing is, this blog is dying. And there's nothing I can do to resurrect it.
I started this blog when I was still a wee thing in college, and when my idea of great writing involved lots of ellipses and strange words. The problem, however, is that I am not a wee thing any more...and frankly...adulthood has made me realize what *great* writing really is.
It's silly to make excuses for not blogging. Hundreds of people hold down three jobs and five kids, and still manage to write amazingly well. I, sadly enough, do not even find time to pack my lunch every day.
That's it then, I guess. I've moved out of cities, jobs, houses these past eight years. It's time I moved out of this space too.
I'm leaving this place up, though. I am a fickle-minded soul...and who knows, I might come back to this one day.
But for now, this is the way it ends. Not with a bang, or a whimper, but with some awkward words.
Thing is, this blog is dying. And there's nothing I can do to resurrect it.
I started this blog when I was still a wee thing in college, and when my idea of great writing involved lots of ellipses and strange words. The problem, however, is that I am not a wee thing any more...and frankly...adulthood has made me realize what *great* writing really is.
It's silly to make excuses for not blogging. Hundreds of people hold down three jobs and five kids, and still manage to write amazingly well. I, sadly enough, do not even find time to pack my lunch every day.
That's it then, I guess. I've moved out of cities, jobs, houses these past eight years. It's time I moved out of this space too.
I'm leaving this place up, though. I am a fickle-minded soul...and who knows, I might come back to this one day.
But for now, this is the way it ends. Not with a bang, or a whimper, but with some awkward words.
