Clearly, this has been coming for a while. I’m not happy with the way things have gone here. This was never intended to be a social justice blog – this was supposed to be my place to write and “develop my craft” (don’t you loathe phrases like that? maybe I’m too pragmatic for my own good).
I still consider myself a feminist, but I just don’t have the spoons to write about it. I certainly can’t say that this is a universal experience, but it seems that for me, with age comes more responsibility, and the head space I need to devote to that responsibility edges out and wins out over the head space I might be expending on social justice blogging. Maybe that makes me a terrible person. Frankly… I just can’t bring myself to care.
I’m hoping that this post is going to mark a transition for a new direction – one that’s comfortable for me. I’d like to focus more on my writing – specifically, I want to focus on full package, rather than the content. I want to be a novelist – it’s what I’ve wanted since I was small.
I’m sorry if that causes you to be disappointed in me. Believe me, I feel guilty about it as well. But this has been a slow burn developing since before I even started this blog.