So sang Jim Morrison many moons ago.
This blog has been running on fumes for some time now. There have been three points during 2014 where I was *this close* to pulling the plug on it. It's not because I have nothing left to review; quite the opposite. I have somewhere between 300-400 (possibly more) unread books in my ever growing backlog. I simply don't have anything more to say. Something has to give. I have a family and a life which I feel sometimes get shortchanged by distractions like the Internet and this very blog. No more.
I have never considered myself a writer, and honestly still don't. I am just a person who articulates his opinions and observations with varying degrees of success. I have always been completely honest with you, condemning a phoned in piece of rot or shouting my praises of brilliant work from the rooftops of the Internet.
I started doing reviews on my long gone Myspace blog in 2008 and moved all of them over to Blogger in 2009 once I migrated over to Facebook. Over time I refined and added things, such as fan favorite The OCD zone. I built this blog from nothing, doing backflips when it first hit 100 hits in a month. I have built it to point where it gets 8-9,000+ hits a month. I have made it semi-legitimate, making money from site sponsorship and referral links. Nothing major, mind you, but it has paid for a few books along the way.
I have made friends and enemies, interacted with creators whose work I respect and love, and had a lot of fun over the past few years. The problem is that this blog stopped being fun a while back. It became work. As stupid as this may sound, the more “successful” this blog became, the more of an obligation I felt to try and do good work and not let folks down. The more of an obligation that this blog felt like, the more that it became a burden. The bigger the burden it became, the more that I resented it.
I am pretty selfish with my free time, and I feel like this blog is taking too much from me. I am at a point in my life where I don't feel like sharing my thoughts anymore. Friends have told me to take a break, which I have from time to time, posting reviews which I had in the can to keep this blog rolling along, all the while making it appear like things were going steady. In all honesty my wife has spurred me along for a while now or I would have stuck a fork in this thing months ago. I have a stack of finished books to review, and I can't bring myself to review them. The backlog of unread books has become a backlog of unreviewed books. Enough is enough.
The problem with the written word is that folks often miss the inflection of what I am saying, thinking that I am raging and ranting about things. So much of this blog has been written for laughs. Some of it has been venomous, sure, but much of it was tongue in cheek fun. Some folks got it. Others made voodoo dolls and effigies of me.
I always told myself that if I ever ended this blog that there would be no goodbye or “farewell tour” as such, as there is never any going back once you do that. I toyed with the idea of turning this blog into a Consumer Reports style thing, where I would only post information on binding, paper, etc., but that would honestly feel like I was putting this thing out to pasture to die a slow, boring death. I would rather take it behind the barn and put it out of its misery quick and clean while burning the barn down in the process.
I will leave this blog standing for now, an abandoned artifact in the Internet wilderness like Stonehenge or the pyramids of Egypt. This blog hasn't mattered in the grand scheme of things and it never will. Hopefully I have made you laugh or entertained you. Maybe I turned you on to a comic or band that you never heard of, or saved you from buying a piece of crap book, or maybe you just read out of spite all this time...at the end of the day none of it matters. I will continue reading comics and discussing them with real world (and Facebook) friends, but the idea of sitting here and thinking long and hard about what I want to say is over. I will save that for my book(s) which will never be published nor read by anyone.
In closing, thank you for reading these past five or six years. Your love, your hate, and your words, kind and otherwise, have all been a part of this thing for me.