I feel like I should go to confession: “Forgive me, readers, for I have sinned; it’s been a year since my last regular blog posts.” But I’m not Catholic, and even if I were, let’s be real, I would not remember to go to confession. (I don't have houseplants because I can never remember to water them, even though I'd see them on a daily basis.) And if I did go, I would have so many things to confess, I would get tripped up trying to prioritize them -- Worst first, to get it out of the way? Or cushion the blow with a few throw-away sins (Do those exist? I hope so!)? –- and figuring out what to wear that I’d have to design some kind of spreadsheet to keep me on track and confession alone would become essentially a part-time job…
Perhaps the above paragraph provides useful context for my non-shocking announcement that follows.
Some longtime Serial Drama followers, particularly those with an ability to read, may have noticed that my posts are few and far between lately; by which I mean I’ve posted about a dozen times in two years. I keep thinking that soon I’ll have time to watch the shows and post, but invariably each month in a panic I watch the shows to write our Soap Opera Digest column and then freak out about making that deadline while a bunch of them from my day job linger as well.
So, after four and half years on Serial Drama and four with Soap Opera Digest, I’m happily bowing out. Or more specifically, I’m leaving my half of our SOD column in the capable hands of the lovely and hilarious Louise Schwartz. And I’m playing professor and going all emeritus-style on the blog, hoping to pop in occasionally with a disjointed gripe or two about kids today while wearing a tweed sportcoat with leather elbow patches*, but turning over official co-blogger status to Louise as well. (* This statement is simply an attempt at humor. I would never, ever wear such a thing.)
Five years ago I was just a budding blogger who watched and hated General Hospital and watched and puzzled over Days of Our Lives’ boringness, and today I leave you…well, I still live hate GH. Nobody said progress had to be forward moving, people! Except the dictionary, and I think we can all agree that it is horribly biased. (For an example, please look up "inept" and see if you see a photo of anyone involved in running ABC Daytime.)
In actuality, there has actually been some forward movement in my life. For those who are interested – and I realize that’s a minority of you! – I can provide some reasons for my absence. Over the last year and a half or so, I: