Tuesday 27 May 2014

Death and taxes

As Benjamin Franklin once said "In this world nothing can be said to be certain: except death and taxes". Well, this is to announce the figurative "death" of this blog.

With it I got to venture into the murky, albeit seductive, waters of the blogosphere for the first time, but all things come to an end, and now is the time to say goodbye.

Several things have happened since last year. I joined Scribophile where, encouraged by the feedback I received for my writing, I started submitting more of my stories to various publications with some success. I also got married and decided to start exercising, despite every fibre of my being screaming against any physical activity that doesn't involve sitting on a couch and binge-watching on TV shows (damn you gravity!).

This blog is very dear to me since it was the first place I ever published anything to be read openly from anyone with an internet access. It took a lot of courage for me to open myself up to the possibility of being laughed at by strangers (and acquaintances) and I like to think that it gave me the strength to keep exposing myself to such possible ridicule with my fiction.

Still, it represents a time that is now over for me.

Don't rush to take out the tissues though. I wouldn't leave you high and dry like that ;)
If you wish to follow me on my continuous journey for literary recognition, notoriety and the kind of success that would make E.L. James turn green with envy, you can!

My new corner on the internet is here.

Come by, drop a line, or don't. Either way, I'm very grateful you've been reading and would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the kind words of encouragement you have shared with me over the past years.

Drive safe, eat lots of fibre and protein and may the force be with you.

E.N.