Eight years ago, I started writing for the internet. It was my first foray into writing for other people, and my first attempt at writing about politics. Since then, I've written for big sites, small sites, my own site, I've interviewed authors, activists, and even a congressional candidate. I've made the number one spot on /r/politics, gone "viral," learned what SEO is, all the things. And now I'm done.
It's been a lot of fun for the most part, but there were some pretty dark moments. Death threats, some so viable, I had to contact law enforcement. Trolls, including one who created a Facebook page to mock my battle with mental illness. My email has been hacked, as has my Twitter account. A B-list actor named Nick Searcy called me a "c**t" on Twitter. A New York comedian wanted me run over with a bus, and another right-winger told me to kill myself.
I've lost friends, been blocked by family members, ignored my real life, all in the name of...well...I don't know what exactly. At one time, I wanted to be famous, but once I realize that would never happen, I just wanted to make money writing online. But I don't write what makes money online: click bait. Granted, some of my former editors did turn my articles into click bait, and they made good money by doing so. I didn't.
There comes a time, I think, in everyone's life, when they reevaluate what matters. Writing online doesn't matter to me anymore; it hasn't for quite awhile. What does matter is my family, especially my stepmother who was recently diagnosed with Alzheimer's, my mother-in-law who just moved into town, my husband with whom I would like to have more wonderful adventures, and our son whose life is changing at a pretty fast pace.
It has been a weird and wonderful eight years, and I am honored to have worked with and interviewed some amazing people. But it's time for the next chapter, and for that to be a great chapter, I need to leave writing and blogging in the past.
There are a lot of people who helped and supported me over the eight years I've been writing, too many to name. To those people, thank you. I would not have lasted eight years without you.
Poking At Snakes will stay up through next year, then I will let the domain expire. I might delete my Facebook page, most likely will delete Twitter. I'll still be passionate about politics, I will still vote and support candidates who have the best interests of this country and all Americans at heart. I'm keeping my Hillary sticker on the car. I'm just not going to have much of an internet presence, simply because real life is calling.
So long, farewell, all that stuff. Thanks for going on this weird and wonderful journey with me.