I’m not flouncing, and I don’t have any grudge against Open Salon. It’s just quits now for me. I’d like to thank you hardy, you brave—and you few—who have regularly subjected yourselves to my rants, speculations, memoir, fanfare, etc., since last January.
There are many reasons for this decision. Not the least of which, after running this rolling log for five years, I am at the Event Horizon financially. I have to worry about that stuff instead.
I originally came up here to see if I could write for a general readership, and I’m not sure that’s worked. Apparently my thought processes remain obscure to the masses… (I think that situation is called madness.)
I never been able to sustain the kind of numbers that many others have, and in this capitalist world, I get it. So I give in, I’ve had it, I’m closing up shop. Assuming I still have Internet connectivity next month, I’ll fulfill my kicks with my Tumblr photoblog. Joyously, I keep shut there, and let the pictures save me 1000 words each.
Again, thanks to all who read my stuff. If you really dig it, there’s a wealth of junk going back to the year’s dawn. In fact, the muchness of it all is another reason to sign off. People will say that I can’t shut up.
I don’t rule out a return some day, and I wasn’t even going to announce my departure. But then I figured it would make it final if I did. Now I can’t sneak back into town and turn on the lights, and pretend I was just on vacation. Now if I tried to start right in again, I would be the subject of scorn. So this will serve as the stone to keep me in my grave.
Glad to know you all. And if I never see you again, have a good life~
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(Does this mean you are going to leave your posts up?)
But, I feel grateful for what I got to read so far and how you made my brain work.
Wishing you what you want/need/all that stuff.
I could rant about that whole issue, but it's not fair to you to do so.
I will miss you a lot. At least I can catch up on a few of your recent posts I've skipped because I've been caught up in my own dramas. Please don't delete anything.
I'm seriously going to miss rolling around in the catnip of your posts.
I'm sorry you are leaving. I can't wait for you to come back! Take your time - all the messy scrabbled ugly beauty will be here, just waiting for you.
Thanks so much for leaving your blog open - I love reading through people's blogs - I'll have a special glass of wine and read through yours with delight!
be well -your fan, aim
Best wishes.
My reading of your posts, even together with those others who also enjoyed them, would unfortunately not be able to pull you out of the gravity well of any black hole. I came back to your earlier articles a number of times just to taste the flavor of "modern Earthlinguish" -- of which I seem to be a never graduating student -- because with other texts it doesn’t happen often that I need to pull out the Big Galactic Dictionary as an average four times for every paragraph. And that is certainly quite a positive quality in my world view.
I enjoyed this short, one-sided and very virtual encounter.
Best of luck to you. Please don't delete what is already posted.:-)
Oh bla di.........
Thank you for some of the best reads I've had here. I wish you all the success in the world. I will truly miss your voice.
I very much enjoyed many of your finely written posts. I too have been forced to rethink my involvement with OS due to the need to ply my creative expertise in more lucrative endeavors. Here's hoping we have not seen the last of you!
I hope that you will return when things settle in your life.
I float in and out of OS as my free time allows. Generally I write and post for my own satisfaction, but if a few visitors stop by for milk and cookies it's all the better.
Feel free to leave the lights on. I won't tell :-)
As said, thanks. many of you made it to my page more than I ever got to see you, so no guilt trip was intended. I was mostly frustrated with my inability to make connections (T. Michael Stone says it better on his blog, which I stumbled over on my way here.)