Complete write-off

For those of you keep­ing track of my vari­ous activ­it­ies across the inter­net — which I appre­ci­ate is a rap­idly declin­ing num­ber, thanks to the incar­cer­a­tion of most of my devoted stalk­ers for their own safety and men­tal health — you may be inter­ested to know that Writers’ Bloc, the site I notion­ally ‘edited’ and where writers wrote about writ­ing (oh, be quiet, it seemed like a good idea at the time), has shut up shop. You know, because. Because it’s the inter­net. Because, whoosh. things change. I prom­ise that the site went quietly and will­ingly, without com­plaint, and suffered no pain. I didn’t have to put an imit­a­tion fire­arm to its head and say “Bang!” very loudly. I reserve that dubi­ous hon­our for other trouble­some areas of my life.

Go and read some of the mater­ial in the archives, if you get a chance. From art­icles to stor­ies, from inter­views to flash fic­tion and poetry, there’s some insight­ful, cre­at­ive and enlight­en­ing takes on this down­right pecu­liar activ­ity of put­ting words together in a sup­posedly artistic fash­ion, which some people still con­tinue to do in this day and age even though they could be — oh, I don’t know — going out and meet­ing people. Strange. Very strange.