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I’m wondering if there’s some web-parallel service to a Winter Caretaker, someone who could come by once a month and open the windows, dusting and airing the rooms out in the summer, then battening down the hatches come autumn, while keeping the water running a bit in the winter to make sure the pipes don’t freeze up, and then coming around to make the minor repairs needed in the spring…basically, someone to do the little bits of daily upkeep that prevent a structure from becoming a ruin.
I wonder this because I’m going to be moving on from here. Pretentiously Eloquent Microfiction is closing up shop, boarding up the windows and putting in a change of address form.
A while back, I speculated on what to do with this site…it began as a novelty, a place to record my returning ability—and willingness—to write, and what was driving me at the time was short bursts of language, Pretentiously Eloquent Microfiction, as I originally defined it on day one.
I had realized that, over time, my work—fiction and non—had moved away from that structure, and was of two minds about what to do: do I change things around here, reflecting the evolution of what I’m working on now and how I want to share it? Or do I keep things as-is, a reminder of what’s come before, and a desire to maintain a realistic history, at least as much as you can online.
And I decided, then, to keep on keeping on. P.E.M. is critically important to me, as much a part of what defines me in this last half-decade of my life as my family and my new career.
But the time has come for me to realize, and acknowledge, that the work begun here, lo many years back, hasn’t just changed in direction: it’s complete. As in, over. Something new is come ‘round, and it just doesn’t fit here anymore.
So, I’m turning out the lights and locking the door behind me. I may return to these parts at some point in the future—if publishing my fiction on the web ever again becomes something that I feel I need to do, it’ll end up here. But it’s time for some new scenery.
So update your bookmarks, if you will: SpaceJunk.
These are my new online digs. Something shiny, with different places to arrange the furniture and a new view outside the windows. I’ve migrated some of the least-fiction-related posts from here over there already, just so we have something to build from, and now that I’m getting comfortable there, and feeling somewhat freed from the original strictures that were built here, you may even find me posting there more often there than I have been here of late…though, of course, the Rules of Engagement still hold.
And in case this truly is the last post that will go up here, I want to end it with something that it began with, something important that reminds me—and I hope encourages you to do the same—that intent is everything, and the baggage and previously-existing conditions surrounding a thought, or emotion, or situation, can and must be re-evaluated, so that it becomes meaningful to you, and you’re not just absorbing the meaning that others have given it as your own:
“We’re deathly afraid of that stabbing word ‘pretentious,’ the word that students use to curse each other’s ambition. It’s a young person’s word, a shortcut-to-thinking word. I’m a big fan of pretension. It means ‘an aspiration or intention that may or may not reach fulfillment.’ It doesn’t mean failing upward. It means trying to exceed your grasp. Which is how things grow.”
– Warren Ellis