“Blogs are dead.”
This statement of doom was uttered by one of my writing-group cohorts at a recent meeting, roughly two seconds after I announced that I had started one.
Naturally, blogs are dead. This is the story of my life—the thing I finally catch on to has already passed the cool kids by. By the time I’ve hyper-analyzed some new craze enough to decide that the novelty/challenge of it won’t kill me, that novelty is cold in the ground.
There is a reason I named this blog what I did.
Ah, well. So I will be the one to persist with dead trends. They can put this on my gravestone; “the fact that she”d missed the bus never stopped her from running determinedly after it”.