Anyway, the past seven years of writing for the internet have been...interesting. On the one hand, I've gotten to interview some truly amazing people. On the other hand, I have witnessed the death of journalism, and the rise of click bait and fake news. I've been told I should kill myself, had a guy offer to drive over me in a bus, and been threatened with rape and murder. A C-list actor named Nick Searcy hates me. I am part of Todd Kincannon's Wikipedia page. I made the #1 spot on Reddit, and stayed there for over a day. I've been trolled, lied about, hacked, impersonated, and dealt with police when some random dude sent me my own address and said he was coming, with guns, to kill my entire family.
Which brings us back to 2017. While writing for the internet has been exciting (not necessarily in a good way), it's worn a bit on my soul. There's only so much a person can take before they decide to walk away from a bad thing. And writing online is a bad thing, at least for me.
I might, from time to time, sit down and put fingers to keyboard next year, but not very often. It's a waste of energy, energy I would rather use to volunteer, take road trips, go for walks, swim, read, garden. I want to live my life away from social media, away from death threats, away from click bait, away from the stress of checking AdSense once a week, and realizing I can't even make $100 a month.
I have great memories. Talking to Anne Rice on the phone. Laughing with John Fugelsang. Listening to Bobby Seale as he told me how he felt after Martin Luther King Jr. was killed. Skyping with the original co-founders of We Are Woman. Interviewing Will Turpin, amazed that someone with that deep a voice could hit the high notes.
So thank you. Even to the trolls and the people who threatened my life, who wanted to rape me to death, who wanted me to kill myself. Thank you to the people who lied about me, and to me. Thank you to the good, the bad, and the in between. It's been a weird and sometimes wonderful seven years. And like most things, now it's over.
This website will stay up through next April, then I will most likely save the articles that mean the most to me, and delete everything else. My words will still float around online somewhere, like so much flotsam and jetsam. But I have come to the point where I simply cannot expend the energy required to do this anymore.
Happy New Year, hope we survive, don't drink and drive tonight (or ever), and thanks again.