I'm ending daily posting at The Bathroom Monologues. This has been a long time coming – according to Google, I've done at least one post per day for four years. Since May 2nd, 2009, when I had no computer and was stranded in an airport terminal. Before that two-day break, I was posting daily going back into 2007. That makes it close to a six-year streak.
The blog isn't going away, just getting updated less than daily (I'll need to change that header). There are many factors in this. While in Baltimore last week, Blogspot borked posting my #fridayflash and I couldn't do anything about it until noon. Two more posts had their formatting entirely screwed despite my previewing and pruning them in advance.
Regular readers know that health has been declining; it's amazing what your lungs can do when they don't like you anymore. There are many days when getting to the computer is a fight, but now there will also be just as many days when I have no access to technology to check if my stories went up. The notion of my daily posting streak being broken by the blog malfunctioning is more infuriating than I can express among polite company. The people who were with me on that Friday in Baltimore know how silly I can get over it.
This is also about writing longer fiction. There are many nights when I've caught myself not working on short stories or novels because I needed the time for the daily Bathroom Monologue. They seem short, but they have an amazing way of eating time. As I struggle with what work my body allows me to do, I've got to buckle down on novels and short stories, and God willing, getting some of them up for sale. This ain't slacking. As evidence, here's my task bar right now:
Seven .doc files and one .txt – though the .txt is a shopping list and half an e-mail I owe someone. I'm working on six stories tonight, and this missive to you.
I love this blog, and I love doing Bathroom Monologues. I'll still write them as they come to me. #fridayflash will continue, as will Lit Corner. I'm debating moving Lit Corner to Mondays. I also want to run a third weekly feature, but need to figure out what. And there is no reason I can't run random Bathroom Monologues any day I want. I think I'll be posting for the rest of this week, which runs a little counter to today's message, but oh well. Life's a lie.
There are over three million words of free fiction on this blog. God willing, you've enjoyed some of it. I don't want to be pompous and say, "You can enjoy the archives!" But I won't pretend that comments popping up on old posts don't make my day. There are still stories up here that I think no one has ever seen.
Thank you to everyone who's read even one of my stories. Thank you if this is the first thing of mine you've ever read – though I'm also sorry if it is, because what a crumby first impression. Thank you to the persistent commenters, to retweeters and social media mavens that turned this place into a traffic hub, and most of all, to the supportive friends that have made this much work possible in degrees they don't even fathom. What would writing be without friendship? Besides harder to promote.
Thank you. And, irony of ironies, I’ll see you tomorrow for something else special.