I used to go to school with a girl with the last name of Nigh, and she just loved playing with that. The end is nigh, god is nigh, etc… Well, I’m here to tell you that the end is indeed nigh.
Sounds ominous, I suppose, and it’s honestly something that has caused me a lot of grief of one sort or another. A few weeks ago, I had a bit of a crisis of identity, I suppose you might call it, and I came out of it stronger — and resolved.
I withdrew quite a bit from the internet in general and WordPress specifically. I closed my Facebook account and only Tweeted when I published something or wanted to say hello.
People have actually contacted me privately — you know who you are and I send you much love for your thoughts — concerned that I’d stopped writing altogether, and encouraging me or even pleading with me to keep writing.
My answer to them, and now to you who may have been wondering what is going on with me (I’ve got just enough touch of narcissism to think that I may occasionally come to mind) is that I have been writing. In fact, I’ve been writing something very special, and I wanted to give it all of my attention, and I didn’t want to write it in public, per se. I didn’t want to post one part, and then make you wait days, weeks… however long it took me to get this story out… for the next part.
I wanted to be able to give it to you all as something of a parting gift.
What I am writing is essentially the last story that will complete Volume Two of the Memoirs of a Dilettante.
When I finished Volume One, I knew that I had more to tell — so much more to tell.
Now, after a year and a few months of telling stories of your favourite dilettante and the Countess Penelope of Arcadia, I’m coming to a part where it feels like a good place to stop for a while.
I am not saying that there aren’t more stories to tell. I’ve alluded to a summer spent teaching English in Venezuela — those stories could fill at least half a book. Also, I’ve met someone — yes, darlings, your favourite dilettante is in love — and who knows where that might go. I’m hoping that story has at least some sort of happily ever after, and if not, well, there’s a story there, too, right?
But once this story is finished, I’m going to focus on Jessica, if that’s all right with you. And believe me, Jessica has her hands full, and I do hope you show her the same love and support you’ve shown me. (Do allow me my meta moment, darlings) She’s compiling a collection of strange tales from the basement entitled VISCERA which you should see by Christmas if not sooner. Then she’s wrapping up the Bayou story, and that’s one she’s going to try to pitch to traditional publishers, so wish her luck on that. The lovely Katie O’Sullivan has graciously agreed to perform surgical editorial skills on the finished product, so thank you, Katie. Then, there is a trilogy of novels that Jessica’s been sitting on for a year. The outlines are there, the first couple chapters are written, but she got sidetracked by the Bayou — a wonderful diversion, but a diversion all the same. Then she had me to contend with, and so I’m going to step aside for a while and let Jessica do what she does best — scare the pants off of you.
I’ll still be around, poking my nose in to write about music or what-not, and Jessica’s allowed that if some hilarity ensues with the Countess and I, I may have to pick up my pen from time to time.
But I guess what I’m saying is that there’s going to be some changes around here. I hope you stick around.
In the meantime, I’m going to finish what is my temporary Swan Song — hey, even Barbara Streisand has to retire sometime — which I will present to you very soon, and as it’s likely the last dilettante you’ll have until Volume Two sees print, you can bet your sweet ass that it’s going to be spectacular. As I did with Postcards from California, I’m going to compile it into a very special e-book entitled Leaving Arcadia, which the very talented Hastywords has created stunning cover art for. I’ll be giving this away, darlings, don’t worry, I won’t be asking for your money again for a few months!
Don’t forget about the Honourary Dilettante Contest — you still have all summer to write reviews, or send in your pictures for a chance to win!
Finally, thank you to all of you — all of you who read this and smile, all of you who read this and get a little misty-eyed at the thought of me going away, all of you who call me friend, even though we’ve never met.
I’m so grateful for those who have been here this long, and for those who I’ve picked up along the way. I’ll not mention names, because I’ll be sure to forget someone, and that’s just awful.
I’m trying to finish up with the story by the end of the week, though we’ll see how that goes.
Until then, see you on the dance floor, darlings.
Your favourite dilettante,