Hi, yeah, so.
There's no easy way to talk about this, and I've been thinking about it all day, so let me just say it:
I got fired. From blogging. I know people have gotten fired FOR blogging, but it takes a special kind of person to get fired FROM blogging, and I'm just that lucky.
Out of respect for professionalism, I won't go into any details, but suffice it to say that if my job at ParentDish were a relationship, the break-up went sort of like "It's not you, it's us. It's just not the right time and not the right fit." Which is fine, of course, but still a blow to the ego to be rejected just when you thought things were going so well and this could be the one.
I can say nothing but good things about the experience of writing everyday for a wider audience and about the team of bloggers I had the privilege to work with during my time there. I really truly mean that.
I spent yesterday and today wrestling with the messy end, then I had a couple of beers with girlfriends and came home tonight and talked to Elaine while she cleaned out her pantry. As we talked, I settled into a resolution. We hadn't gotten used to the income, so the money is not a huge loss. It doesn't stop me from writing online OBVIOUSLY. The only thing truly hurt is my ego. Egos do not, on the whole, like getting bruised, but they after they get done turning lovely colors and ranting about the injustice of it all, life goes on.
The good news is that I'm back here, writing about whatever the hell I want to write about, with free use of curse words and fewer weirdo commenters. And that's alright with me.