The end
So reading this blog post about how writers shouldn’t write about writing has hammered home the growing fear that this blog was really an elaborate form of naval gazing. When I started it there were some things I wanted to bitch about the short fiction publishing world, and now I’ve bitched about them, and I feel like anything more I could write, specifically about the novel I’m working on, would just be incredibly dull and solipsistic. So I think I’ll be taking the second post of this blog, reformatting it into a Wet Asphalt article and otherwise letting the blog lie fallow. It was a fun experiment, and I’m glad I did it, but it ultimately didn’t work.
Thanks everybody who’s been reading this anyway!
