Hello, everyone. Thank you for staying with me up until this point.
As you may have noticed, I’ve not been updating this blog much lately. It’s not you; it’s me.
I’ve realized that I no longer have the time to blog regularly anymore thanks to my day job, my side jobs, and my passion projects. Beyond that, I’m finally ready to admit to myself that I’d lost sight of my original plans for this blog—which involved “reading” into my favorite media (books, shows, and movies, mostly) and the minutiae of my own life. I’m also ready to admit that I can’t commit to realigning with that original goal.
So I’m calling it quits and moving on from this blog.
You guys will still be able to find my posts here probably until July 2018. But I might slowly start moving some of them to my new site (with the more flexible domain name of ealmazora.com—it’s still under construction, though). I probably won’t be blogging regularly there either, but at least I have the slimmest of chances to make it more organized than Reading in Between.
I’m truly grateful to everyone who’s followed this blog over the years. I apologize for not being more consistent with my content here. If you’re still interested in checking out what I’ve been doing, you can always visit my new site, or reach out to me on Facebook or IG (my Instagram is mostly food and cats, though, so BE WARNED).
Again, I cannot stress this enough: thank you. I may be moving on, but that doesn’t mean I won’t miss this blog.
What I got instead was a bit of perspective, thanks to the universe. And my boyfriend.
First: Real life problems that I should focus on instead
Yesterday, some…issues were brought to my attention. They’re not big problems as such, but handling them is important enough to snap me out of my nerd rage. My god. I spent energy being angry about the failed Superman narrative when somewhere out there was the potential of cats starving on me. Because EVERYTHING suddenly became more expensive. I’ll spare you the details, but I want you to know that this basically forces me to refocus and adjust certain aspects of my life. Especially the financial aspects. Also, the discipline aspects. I need a shitload of discipline to pull this off, which means less complaining about everyone else’s failings as storytellers and working on my own skills so that I can earn passive income with books someday.
Second: There are worse interpretations of things I like out there
In an attempt to keep MoS off my mind (or maybe he just wants to torment me), Jie started generating examples of REALLY bad treatments for a possible Sandman movie. Here’s a quote…
And Delirium used to be a human girl with autism who died and was made an Endless because Dream took pity on her.
I just…I can’t EVEN.
Jie, if you’re reading this I want you to know that you’re warped and that I love you. I really do. Thank you for reminding me that there are worse things than badly-structured narrative and that it’s no use being butthurt over something that COULD have been good but wasn’t.