Dear Future Leslee,
Listen, I haven’t posted in three weeks. It isn’t so much that nothing good has happened, but more that I just don’t feel inspired to talk about it. And that’s the sad part, really: I don’t feel much like blogging in my usual style. Funny shit still goes down, but my insensical love of italics and caps just isn’t making it happen. Which brings me to my point: it’s time to retire this blog.
I can’t say exactly how I came to this conclusion. Afterall, I’ve gone weeks without posting before, but never weeks without wanting to blog. These last few times, though, I would stop by, and look at the “add new post” page, and get kind of sad. And then I’d go to craiglist and day-dream about puppies.
That was a sign.
Many blogs seem to fade away to nothingness, posts slowing down and then eventually stopping completely, without fanfare and without a proper farewell. I don’t want this to happen here. I loved this blog, and some of you loved this blog too, for awhile. It isn’t a failure because it’s ending – it’s a grand sucess for existing. I blogged for a long time! 62 posts; nearly a year of regular wackyness. I’m proud of that.
It’s been a helluva ride.
Not that I’m going to stop writing. That’s crazy talk. I’ll be blogging over at letterstofuturelifeforms.wordpress.com, which is a brand spanking new blog for my brand spanking new ramblings. I will still occasionally yell about people on the bus, but I will also write poorly-spellchecked treatise on happiness, internet dating, war, Christianity and whatever else I might strike my fancy. There will be Big Ideas. There will be little ideas. The style will be different. But it will still be magical.
Things end, things begin. I’m a little sad. But I’m ready.
Thank you to everyone who made this an experience worth having. Thank you to everyone who read and commented and wrote me private facebook messages with the best, most heart-warming sentiments I could ask for. I love you all.
“…the chief commodity a writer has to sell is his courage. And if he has none, he is more than a coward. He is a sell out and a fink and heretic, because writing is a holy chore.” -Harlan Ellison.
This blog has been wonderful to me. It has given me a sense of community, it has given my voice a place to live, and most importantly, it has made someone laugh. Laughter is truly a holy chore; everythink else is housekeeping.
Thanks, everybody, for everything.
See you on the other side,