If you’re here, you’ve obviously found the link on the old blog site. Yay!
Now to bring y’all up to speed. (Note ~ If you really don’t want to read any of my personal angsty drivel, I totally understand. Just go ahead and bookmark this url and come back another time. Or not. Otherwise, you’re welcome to follow along.)
I’ve written before about some of my difficulties with crafting and selling fiction, especially since getting published, and I was really, really blocked for a very long time. I’m not blocked any more, but I also try not to talk about my writing outside of a very few people. It just messes up my head. As a companion to the writing, I’ve had tamboblog up and running since before my first novel came out - it was created at the encouragement of my editor - and while I have written some really cool things there, quite a lot has been boring drivel, place holders created mostly when I felt guilty for not posting for a long time.
In December, a couple of things happened. Haloscan, the folks who handled the comments for tamboblog, decided to stop their service on free accounts like mine and, frankly, I didn’t see a reason to pay for comments for a blog I almost never posted to. So I quietly let comments close. I talked with a couple of people about letting the whole site die off since I wasn’t writing the Dubric books any more, let alone writing for publication under my own name, and we’d all agreed that maybe it was for the best. With that in mind, I’d planned on a ‘good bye’ post at some point, when I’d collected my thoughts of how to bow out and fade quietly away, but apparently life had other plans.
My desktop computer - where I stored all the data for tamboblog, among other things - started having problems right before Christmas. Ultimately, the hard drive crashed and I hadn’t kept recent backups of blog data. As in, not for a year and a half. I could go back to the last archived version and just lose those posts - there really weren’t all that many - but then I thought, why not just walk away? The whole domain will expire in June, after all. It’ll all be gone in six months anyway. Why even try to keep the illusion going any longer?
Why? Because I don’t like to cut people off. I’ve made a lot of friends, people I care about a great deal, and I didn’t want to leave without some sort of mode of contact. Sometimes I *want* to mention something I feel is important, pass on a bit of news... or even talk about the work, creativity, depression, life, love, cooking, sewing, pets, parenting, small town living, and all that jazz.
I just don’t want to be ‘professional’ about it.
I don’t want to have to worry what people think. I don’t want to consider if this stance or that opinion will upset my publisher (or other writers). I don’t want to have to censor my words, my cussing, my anger, my shame... or my quirky joy over things that make other people scratch their heads.
I just want to be myself, and I just want to be happy.
I don’t know how often I’ll post, don’t know what I’ll talk about, or of this is merely an exercise in futility. I guess we’ll see.
But you’re welcome to come along and walk with me. There’s no telling where we might end up. :)