Thursday, November 03, 2011

Goodbye Postarita

Today I am closing Postarita.  I know three people throughout the nation just clutched their chests with sadness, but I think that it's time.  I'm not who I was when I began writing here.  Not that I'm implying that I'm all that better than I was; I'm still different now.  It is time to move on to new things.

I have a lot of guilt about this blog, because as a writer I should be more dedicated to my craft.  I should want to write, if not everyday, than at least once a week.  I should want to document my life, if not for those reading than for myself.  Though, every time I began transcribing some detail of my life here all I could do was read through its old posts and relive those parts of my life.  This made me realize that I am somewhere different now, and that I don't particularly identify with these words anymore.  I know that this is a part of growing as a writer, and growing as a person, but I think it's best that I start fresh. 

My new blog is called The Open Shut Case, which I won't explain here, but I hope that you'll visit it to get a sense of what I'm trying to do there.  I hope you'll follow me, and more so I hope I pick up some new readers. 

I have written three hundred and eighty seven posts on Postarita, which I'm proud of.  The words that are here, are words that I lived, or thought, or breathed into existence.  As a writer, I'm happy that I could do that, but I want to be able to show different sides of myself (hopefully with more frequency than was ever done here). 

So, again I hope to hear from you soon on my new blog.  Goodbye Postarita, it's been a good six years. 

I'll leave you with the first post I ever wrote here:

Postarita (N) Poe-stah-ree-tah

1. A blog to discuss the funny and thoughts of a ninteen year old boy.
2. Post as in post hurricane Rita that completely uprooted said boy for nearly two months, and nearly destroyed his home town.
3. Postarita as in if you switch it out for "Senorita" in the Justin Timberlake song of the same name, you have a catchy pop ditty.