… a good friend will help you move a body. At least that’s what they tell me.
While I consider you all my friends, there are a certain few among you who fit into the ‘help move a body’ category (you know who you are), but you don’t have to worry, I’m not going to call you up in the wee hours of the morning (this time) to ask you to meet me behind the abandoned warehouse with a box of Hefty bags and a shovel, I’m only moving my blog.
Big changes are coming to Postcards: with two books out, I am now an established author (in my mind, at least) so I figured I’d take the opportunity of the book release (now arbitrarily rescheduled for the 4th of July) to spiff the place up. There is a new author website all about ME, a new Postcards blog and a site dedicated to what I am now calling The Postcards Trilogy. It’s all so exciting.
Right now, however, it’s a bit of a mess. You know how it is when you move, you come across stuff you dragged along with you from your previous move (or moves) vowing to sort it all out when you get the chance only to end up stowing it in the attic and stumbling over it when you undertake your next move. I’m finding boxes labelled ‘Old Posts’ containing updates from ten years ago. And the movers just came up from the basement with a stack of albums from when my kids were still in single digits. Awww, weren’t they adorable? And, look, photos of the family reunion in Maryland. Gosh, how they’ve changed! But not me, understand.
Yeah, better put that all away or I’ll be here all day reminiscing. The new place will be easy to find. For those of you on The List, the URL will be in the e-mail. For those of you with this URL in your favorites (that would be all of you, right?) I’ll post the new URL here with a link that will take you there. I can’t reveal the new URL yet, the painters are still in and the carpets haven’t been laid yet. Soon, though, very soon.
The blog will not only be in a new location with a new look, it will be on a different platform, which means a lot of the familiarity we enjoy here will be replaced with different things—not better, or worse, or newfangled bullocks, just different. No one is more suspicious of change than I am, but trust me, it will be fine: take a deep breath, click the link when you see it, and follow me on my new blog.
It’s strange to think that I never even wanted to come here and now I’m sad to leave it. Back in those days, I thought I could hide in my cave and scratch HTML onto slate tablets for the rest of my life, but Blogger, Twitter, Facebook (and their half-wit cousin, MySpace) kept coming around and bugging me to come out and play. Now HTML is a memory, blogging is a way of life and, if I want to give myself a fighting chance to sell more than seven books, I need to make peace with the new kid on the block, Social Networking.’
So in this way-too-fast-paced-for-my-liking world, I figured it was time for a change, time to focus on the future and where it can take me, and time to leave the past behind. In this brave, new cyberworld, we… Excuse me, the movers are back.
“Guys, can you load up all these boxes? The ones marked ‘Old Posts’ and ‘Reunion Photos’? When we get to the new place, just stow them in the attic; I’ll sort through them later when I get a chance.”
