I forget what I searched for to get this image, but here it is.
The crux of it was that, even though I’m not a heavy publisher, I was getting burnt out on my own blogging. One can only write so much about how terrible governments are or “hey, Jesus and God are kinda weird but I’m down with them regardless” type of philosophical crapshooting before you feel like you’re just grinding metal against metal. There are literally five or six blogs in the universe that talk about those things and I can guarantee they write about it better than I do. The savvy Internetter with the latest search engine can go to those for that.
But with fiction, it’s different. Yeah, there’s plenty of writers giving it away online, but my fiction from me and no one else. Please don’t take the last part of that sentence as a snide “I’m awesome, if you don’t like it, deal with it” adolescent disclaimer, but as an honest valuation of whatever it is I do here. Opinionating on other topics like I have been doing are repeated en masse by the digital glom of consciousness.
I’ll still do normal blogging things on here, but I will try not to waste your time with drudgery.
Photo by funkandjazz.
* This is despite how much I’ve written in the past about Super-BloggersTM and their annoying bloggy habits and enjoyment of universal adoration.