A month later.
We stand amidst the carnage of a hundred half-considered ideas. Sickly remains of outlines lay strewn about the place, sentences bloodied and mangled from too many deletions. The blog reeks of the remains of what can cruelly be called "works-in-progress," all reduced to a series of empty-eyed, already putrefying corpses awaiting days of publication that would never come. Even the hopeful specters of good intentions - who were, at one point, legion - have left this place far behind. There is nothing but echoing hollowness here.
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| Well, we're all rested and ready to post some more fun stuff. Come along. |
I'm not coming with you.
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| Beg pardon? |
I'm tired of it.
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| <Sigh> What's the matter? |
A lot of time has been wasted here over the past year. I think I'm sick of it.
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| You think I wanted it this way? |
No. It's just that I don't think I can go on.
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| You don't want to blog anymore? What about your Princess Diaries article? |
All I managed to come up with was that it has Anne Hathaway and that I saw it a month before 9/11. What the hell kind of a post is that?
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| But what about all the reviews you wanted to write? The Christmas articles in December? The DCA TV special!? |
My Aunt Vanessa said, when I became a blogger, if you stop enjoying it, give it up.
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| Umm … you don't have an Aunt Vanessa- |
It's stopped being fun, Condorman! Goodbye. You too, Donald.
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| Whatever. |
I'll miss you both.
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| No, no - don't leave. Not like this! |
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| It's strange … I left the comic industry for similar reasons. I'd grown tired of the lifestyle. The self-imposed deadlines. The writer's block. The amount of time I had to commit to the work. Every new piece of writing became more of a chore than a joy. It seems I must mend my ways. Come along, Caballero. |
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| Whatever. |
Brave heart, Blogger. I will miss you all, dear readers.
