I'm tired of what Syntax of Things has become. Tired of feeling like I have to force out a post just because. Starting April 1st, I'm going to try something different. It may be similar to what has been but it won't be the same. I'm not going to speak of what will be quite yet; I'm still trying to figure it out. Until then, feel free to offer suggestions of what you'd like to see, what you'd like to read about, what you think has worked and what should be avoided. I miss writing about baseball; I miss hating on Madonna; I hate being part of the litblog scene just because...Time to reinvent. Time to talk more about the weather; time to figure out if R.E.M. can redeem themselves. Time to figure out if my time has come, if maybe at 37 I need to give this all over to someone who has the energy and time. Or maybe I should just not worry about any of it. I do know that I'm not ready to quit. Not when there are battles to be won. Not when I still have to finish that Denis Johnson novel. Not when I keep getting strange ARCs in the mail, ARCs about stem cell research for godsake. Nope, not done. Not yet.
See you on Fool's Day.
PS. The Litblog Co-op is no more. It suffered from being insufferable at the end. Something like it can work, even if it's run by the little people.