This post is written with a heavy heart and leaden fingertips, but after four years, the Write Transition is coming to an end.
It’s not because I don’t enjoy blogging. It’s not because I think blogs aren’t a great tool for writers. And it’s definitely not because I don’t enjoy the interaction. (In fact, Scarecrow, I’m going to miss you most of all.)
It’s simply because on an average day, I spend more time on social media and book promotion than I do:
- Working on my manuscript
- Living real life
Neither of these things is a good thing, the first because I’m behind on deadlines for my third novel, and the second because life is too short to spend the majority of it online.
So while I’m keeping this WordPress site as my personal website, along with roughly half of my old posts, I’m changing things around so it looks more like a website and less like a blog.
On the rare occasion I do publish a post, it will be a brief update on my fiction, a relevant article to others in the industry, or maybe even a book review. But given the non-interactive nature of those types of posts, I have no expectations of visitors unless the topic is of interest. Blogging is a reciprocal process, and I can’t expect anyone to routinely visit mine when I can no longer visit theirs.
Which brings me to the especially sad part of this post, because I’ve greatly enjoyed our interactions.
I mean, greatly.
No, seriously, GREATLY.
The blogging community has been very good to me—sharing my posts, spreading the news of my book releases, entertaining me with their witty and insightful posts.
But it is what it is, right? I’m not getting any younger (as my teen sons so graciously remind me). I should be cranking out novels faster than one every two to three years. This is the most logical step I can think of to get me there. I suspect other writers reading this know exactly what I mean. In fact, I’m probably preaching to the choir.
I’ll still be on Twitter, Facebook, Google+, Goodreads, and yada yada yada. (And this Twitter site that, judging by its sad number of followers, most people who finished reading Eating Bull didn’t realize was real. Hehe.) But I won’t be zipping through the blogosphere. Of course, don’t be startled if every once in a while, I slip onto your site and leave my Gravatar calling card.
Because, you know, you fabulous people are a hard lot to quit.
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