I guess I'll jump on the ol' bandwagon and alert everyone to my official last post of the semester.
Depsite my vast legion of fans (all quivering with anticipation as to what I'll write next, I'm sure), I will not be continuing this blog. I think I made a valiant effort (or at least I made one at all) but alas, I am not a blogger.
I don't feel the need to make updates about the mundane activities in my life. I don't think anyone needs to know my opinion about the latest movie or TV show when they can visit professional websites dedicated to these topics. I refuse to post stories or even excerpts of stories online. I'm much better at complaining in person. And lastly, I just don't fucking feel like it.
If other people want to blog, well, that's just dandy. But it ain't for me.
I don't feel like my blog (or 75% of the blogs that exist) fills any kind of void. Almost everyone has access to the internet now, and half of those people probably have a blog or online journal or fledgling website. Which means all those people feel important and are most likely hoping for some sort of fame or recognition. And since we live in the Age of the Celebrity, I'd guess that quite of few of them will get their wishes and garner book deals or at least some cold hard cash from advertisers.
But I don't want to be a part of that. Like I said many moons ago, there is a difference between a blogger and writer, and I would prefer to be known as the latter.
If I can't find any success with my writing, then maybe as a last resort I'll give in to the self-promotion and self-publishing bullshit. And am I looking down my nose at this stuff? Hell yes. I don't care if it makes me sound like a jackass.
So...anyway. The end. Goodbye. It's been real.