I pulled the plug on The Alternating Current.
That was the hardest one because it was my baby. It was by far the site closest to the thing I love doing. It had whimsy, I hand-drew all the graphics on my iPad and I had lots of fun writing the flying monkey missives (which I think I’ll be putting together into one document and offering as a download here).
It’s time to move on.
So right now I only have two sites, down from six, or was it five? At some point I’m sure I had more than five. One is my Podcast, and is only for the podcast & this one.
I had a pretty long conversation with my friend Crys (the same one from a few posts ago), I was in near-hysterics (over-exaggerating slightly) about taking down the last site and how little there is on the interwebs about me… which is total BS because I’m ALL OVER THE PLACE (see the right sidebar…).
She talked me down out of the tree and gave me some real clarity about my direction and reminded me that I am Queen (crown forthcoming) and what I say goes, and I can change my mind whenever I please.
My own voice is maturing & coming together, which is why this consolidation process has been so important and so difficult. All those other sites were me, fragmented. And for years I thought it was the best way to go because I had so many interests. I didn’t think that it would be right to contain each of those interests in one bucket. And for a time I guess it was right. It takes a while to really figure out what it is you’re meant to do. And even when you think you do, you’re never really finished…
But clarity came…
In the form of a tiny baby, my son, just over a year ago. Too many sites, too much fragmentation, all of that takes up time which I didn’t have much of anymore. I looked at each of my poor neglected websites and felt so guilty for not keeping up with them.
I let them lay fallow, unused, unloved. Yes, you can love a web site. 😛
Until I finally realized I can’t let it go on. That I needed to do something about the fragmented-ness. I not only was in pieces all over the web, but I felt like I was in pieces inside as well. My brain couldn’t function properly (partly because I’m a sleep-deprived mom) with bits of me in different places, my focus spread in five different directions.
Without waxing on and on about this whole ordeal…
It is finished.
Now I can move on.