I was ready to close my blog for good. After several years of posting about what I read and what I write, with a few excursions into the art of film, painting and history, I was ready to throw in the towel.

Writing a post takes time, a commodity I don’t always have. I have a full-time job, but less mental and physical energy than before. I’ve had a couple of tough years… I’ve been struggling to find the audience from the very beginning of this journey (which makes me even more grateful to those four or five who’ve stayed with me all these years).

Does it matter if I call it a day?

Yes and no. Blogging doesn’t affect my sales, doesn’t attract more attention to my books. My absence certainly wouldn’t leave an unfillable void in the blogging community. Nonetheless, I feel that, if I give up on blogging, I may give up on writing in general. Somehow, blogging accompanies my creative process, it helps me stay in touch with my stories and people who live in them, even if I write posts about unrelated topics such as history, or painting, or food.

I’m still not sure how this is going to end, but for a little while, I would like to explore a sort of “fusion” blogging. I make wonderful desserts, so I may write about famous cakes and share my recipes. Or about savoury food my family consider me famous for. Or more about acrylic painting… and about books, of course.

Speaking of books, I’ve just found another review of Best Friends and Other Lovers on Smashwords, from January. The reviewer appears to be an author as well.

“Loved all three of the books. The first one’s ending was a little abrupt but that was okay. The second one was the fastest-paced of all of them. But if you know me, I like a good fast-paced romance. The last one was the most aggravating but so rewarding at the end. I’m happy all three of them got their happy-ever-afters.”

Short and sweet, and I’m thankful to her.