Break Time at the OK Corral
Sometimes, if you are a dog, you chase a million balls and fetch them, and then at some point you realize you have to lie down and say whew! I’m beat.
I am not a dog, but that sort of happened to me recently. Kathleen O’Reilly said she was wandering off to do a few things (which she will talk about in a very whiny, but observant, blog post), and we whine sisters were whining about the blog, and what do you do when someone dies (Kathleen Givens), or wanders off (Kathleen O’Reilly) or, gets tired (me). It occurred to me that I have been blogging here since 2004. Kathleen Givens, Sherri Erwin and I started it way back then and bitched about lo-rise jeans, Brittney Spears, and Real Men Don’t, to name a few. That’s a lot of snark. It’s so much snark that I am beginning to re-snark. I am snarking my own snark.
Something else happened this summer. I figured out, after almost 15 years in this business, that I really can’t control much than the writing, and writing is what has always brought me the most happiness in this posh job. I’ve gone full circle. I have lost interest in promotion of my books (horrors! Of course I will keep doing it, but…) I want to focus on writing. I focus on writing now, but I want to focus really hard on writing. With all my brain cells. Thoughtfully. Without distraction. I want to get out in the universe and live, then come back and write about those things that have enlightened me. I don’t want to be tied to a computer blogging about Bachelor Pad.
What does this mean for you, dear reader? It means that you will see less of me in the blogging. I am still a Whiner, I will still be here to comment and keep Sherri in line (someone has to do it), but I won’t be re-snarking my resnarked snark.
It also means new Whiners are coming, whiners who have not yet lifted their howls of snark to the heavens. Whiners who may have seen as many episodes of Bachelor Pad that I have and are not ashamed to admit it. It means fresh perspectives and insights. New topics, new wits, new fun. Just what you deserve.
And, on those occasions my pals need to lay down and stop chasing balls, I will step in and remind you how stupid Bachelor Pad is, and why we should all watch.
Thanks for a great 8 years of snarking with me. Thanks to all our regulars, old and new. Thanks to everyone for being such a sport about Whine Sisters and checking in with us. We love you, man.
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