It occurred to me that some may be wondering why the fairly large gaps between posts this year. I’m quite tempted to write some eloquent post, loaded with profundity and wit to explain my blog lapses. Instead, I’ll limit my pretension to that previous sentence and just be direct. I’ve devoted more of my time to writing fiction, and that takes a substantial amount of effort. As a result, the attention to my blog has faltered a bit, which, though somewhat necessary, does agitate me a bit since I do pay a decent amount of money to own this website. But, I suppose all people who want to be artists have to suffer in some pathetic way or another. And if real suffering cannot be achieved by the aspiring artists, the next best thing is to take great pains convincing otherwise disinterested people that writing struggles are in many ways worse than traditional suffering such as starvation, plague, and twenty-four hour news cycles.
As you may have guessed, I have a vast army of supporters, many of whom don’t realize that they’re my supporters. I see them as the silent majority. So silent, in fact, that they’re nonexistent. I suppose there’s a lesson for me to learn there, but that would take a level of insight and honesty that’s beneath a person of my artificially elevated stature.
Anyway, I’m still going to post now and again. Why? Because art. Or something.Follow me in a completely non-creepy way: