I’ve informed the Patreons. I’ve let the newsletter subscribers know. It’s time to tell the rest of you.

I’ve run out of spoons.

Every few years I do an assessment and realign my path to my stars. I quit proofing because I wanted to be a writer, not an editor. I sold Horror-Web because I wanted to be a writer, not a webmistress. I dropped Buttercup because I wanted to be a writer, not a podcaster. (I smell a theme!) And now I’m looking at all the things I’m doing that aren’t writing—especially coming off an extended period of writing silence, when I need to truly focus my energies. My newsletter isn’t writing. My Patreon isn’t writing. My social media isn’t writing.

So this is just a formal heads up that I’m going to be quiet, but not gone. A hiatus while I cuddle with the muse and remember what I’m supposed to be doing . If you need me, you know how to find me. Am I ghosting everyone? Nah, I’ll still check in if I have news or hear my name. But certain things will no longer be maintained or available to join. The Patreon is gone except as a tip jar for the stubborn. The newsletter is on indefinite hold. And the social media? As fun as some of it is, and awful as other parts are, it’s all paved with the same golden hue of time suck and distraction. I need to get the heck off the yellow brick road, get back to the keyboard.

Of course, I’m too much of a people person to stay gone forever, so I’m sure I’ll see you here and there before we get to the flip side. But until then, I have an abandoned muse, a dusty typewriter, and a head full of voices trying to find their way to the paper. Peace out.