Closing Time

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Dear readers,

I’ve been writing this newsletter since November of 2020, when I used it to serialize my novel. When the novel was done, I continued writing essays and short fiction on here two or three or sometimes four times a week.

The time has come to stop doing that.

I’ve enjoyed writing here. I love writing; it’s something I do every day whether I publish it or not. It gives me great pleasure to put ideas into words and then put those words out there for people to read. But there are several reasons for me to stop doing this now.

I was going to simply leave substack for another newsletter hosting site, as substack has some questionable practices as of late (which you can google and find out about, I don’t want to get into all of that here). I even started the switch to Ghost, but Ghost costs money and I didn’t want to have to charge for this newsletter. I like putting it out for free. Then the more I thought about it, the more I realized that maybe writing Going It Alone wasn’t the healthiest thing for me anymore. There’s the sometimes agonizing process of coming up with something to write about a few days a week. And there’s the fact that I was putting my personal trauma out here as subject matter day after day and while it sort of purged me of those feelings - which is a good thing - it was also in a way causing me to dwell on them in the aftermath of writing about those feelings. Maybe I just don’t want to live that publicly anymore. It seems weird to me that I went from writing about being happy in my life one month to writing about being in the midst of heartbreak and despair the next. While I am trying to move on and become a whole person again, I just don’t want to catalog my depression anymore.

Am I glad I did this? Yes. I did some of my best writing here. I enjoyed it all, for the most part. I wrote about some fun things in addition to the emotional writing I did. I gained some new readers in the process, and it was nice to put myself and my words out there and have them be well received.

I appreciate everyone who signed up for this newsletter, and those who read it on the web off of my twitter links. Having an audience of a few hundred people for my writing felt really good, and the feedback I did get warmed my heart. I’m glad I was able to reach some of you, to make you feel something, to put words to your own feelings. The messages I received in regards to this were so nice.

I thank you for reading through my novel, and for buying the PDF if you did that. I thank you for sitting through my diatribes and musings, for reading through my heartbreak, for laughing at my exploits, for just being part of this experiment for five months. It’s been great.

I still want to write - I’m not giving up on that all together. Maybe once in a while I’ll throw some things up on Medium. Maybe I’ll make a collection of my essays into a digital book. Maybe I’ll do the same with my short stories. Maybe I’ll start another novel or finally do something with my 100 word stories collection. And maybe I’ll just lay low for a while. That’s a lot of maybes. But I’ve never been one to know exactly where I’m headed at any given moment. I’ll go where the tide takes me. I’ll use the space to keep you posted if I do anything I think you may want to read so don’t unsubscribe. I’ll be in touch. I just need to put this in my rear view mirror for now.

I wish you all well. I hope you have a lovely summer where you can get outdoors and do things again. And thank you again, from the bottom of my heart, for reading and taking part in this. Be good, be safe, be well, be excellent to each other.

Michele