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I might, just maybe, have been feeling a little overwrought yesterday. That hasn’t changed my decision - Taggart Transcontinental is closing down this little operation.
Of course, I’m grateful for the people - the insights, the commentary, the snarkful witticisms. Of course. I’ll be doing my best to keep in touch (such as that is).
But much the way Dagny’s railroad stopped being her own, this space stopped being mine. It likely seems otherwise, but I actually don’t like being Darth Vaguer all the time. I want to write about the things that I know, my own way, in my own space. But as many of you know - when people start to read, people you know in the real world, people involved in those places and events - well, nobody’s going to agree with your perspective, every time.
A few have managed to retain a sense of humor about the whole thing - have let me have my perspective, or have my fun slightly distorting a situation (hi, D & J!) for comedic effect, or to make a particular point. Others have been hurt or offended by what I’ve had to say - regardless of whether that was the fault of poor writing on my part, or hypersensitivity on theirs, I heard about it.
Let’s rephrase - the second I started to write my perspective, about situations for which I was and am more than entitled to have a perspective, I was subjected to diatribe. And frankly, if I’m going to take that much heat for what I have to say, it’ll be from the agents and (hopefully) editors to whom I hope to submit a finished manuscript one day.
I wish I could say that I never meant to hurt anyone - I think, maybe once or twice, I did. That was not the case yesterday, and anyone who tries to claim otherwise is, quite frankly, wrong. I will, of course, continue to read the offerings of those who rock (see sidebar for a sampling). But I strongly suspect that I’ll enjoy reclaiming my privacy, as well as the ability to confide only in those whom I trust.
It’s been a lovely journey - but I think it’s time for us to explore different paths. Best of everything to you all. And should you happen to see a rather glum-looking alter ego roaming about, you might offer her some Nutella.
