It's been four years since I started up Feeding the Silence. At the time, I found that my primary means of talking to the world was via a blog. First was Infinity Ranch, of course, and when it seemed I couldn't keep my mouth shut for very long, along came Feeding the Silence. As you'll notice, the post count has dipped pretty severely from that first year.
Is it because I don't have as much to say? Doubtful. I'm still as full of opinions as always, although when you've been blogging as long as I have you start to repeat yourself. The more I tried to make sure I was saying something original and meaningful, the more things slowed down. Make of that what you will.
Having said that, I've also been doing a lot more off-the-blog writing. Fiction is just more fun than real life, and at least there I control what happens to people. The worlds I create in my head might not be any more just than this one, but they're a little more interesting. I hope.
When I started writing fiction, I did it just to do it. I wasn't thinking at the time, "I'm writing a best seller! Look out George R.R. Martin! Let's get Hollywood on the phone!" To be honest, I wasn't thinking anything at all, aside from, "can I really do this?" After some successful NaNoWriMo years, I had to start wondering what I was going to do with these books I've been writing.
Long story short - I've decided to publish them myself.
Technology has changed the way books are published and distributed. It's given me a chance to do it on my own terms in my own way. First up, in March, will be a collection of short stories. If that goes well, things will snowball from there.
Which is all to say that, going forward, I'm not going to worry so much about the stuff I've been writing about here. I'll keep blogging, but probably with a focus more on artistic and cultural things. And my own writing, of course.
So, the silence has been well and truly fed. Thanks to everybody who stopped by.
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