There are opportunity costs to writing. Time spent writing a story, or a blog or even a tweet can't be spent on another project. Despite a number of dedicated readers who are all generous with their feedback, one sometimes sits on this side of the blogging software and wonders if what you're writing matters, or if your words disappear into the digital abyss once they've passed through that small circle of friends. All the while, other projects beckon.
In deciding to close up Fiddler's Edge, a key consideration was whether or not the blog delivered - whether it stood out in what is, after all, a field crowded with talent. I'm aware, as I've mentioned elsewhere, that Fiddler's Edge is a bit of an outlier when it comes to blogs - high tea in a world of digital rave parties. As Parity Bit suggested in a recent post, I was very much of two minds with regard to continuing The Edge, and used Crazy's selection process as a tie-breaker. And I have to apologize to Crazy (with a C) if disclosing that has caused him any grief. I couldn't do what he does so well and have a lot of respect for his contributions to the Eve player community.
I expected Fiddler's Edge to quickly sink without much of a trace, so the reader response caught me by surprise. Then, this morning I received an email from CK, mirroring his very generous blog post.
You all have me, as they say, at a disadvantage.
So, I'll hunt down the key and reopen the offices at the Fiddler's Edge think tank. Jenny has, alas, moved on, but you'll be hearing from her by way of her larger stage. Posts will likely be less frequent as I owe time to those other projects I've mentioned and Fiddler's Edge will eventually merge with the larger web site I described. However, I'll keep door open, the lights on and do my best to justify your kind support.
Once more, with feeling: Fiat lux.