Okay, picture this:
There's this great dinner club. It's run and attended by some of the smartest (and of course, most beautiful) people you know. Successful, funny, generous people. For years, you've hung around outside the club, just outside the red velvet rope, sharing a word or two with the men and women entering and exiting just to get a sense of how cool it would be to be one of them. And then, one day . . .
They invite you inside. Offer you membership. Give you a key to the front door.
Now you're at the club every other week, meeting new people, making new friends. Telling stories your audience finds fascinating, cracking jokes everyone laughs at (well, almost everyone). Slowly but surely, you're finding your place in this rarified crowd, developing a sense of actually belonging here. Life is good.
Now picture the club owner choosing this exact moment to shut the joint down.
Welcome to my Murderati experience. Just when I was starting to really have fun, the lights go out --- for good.
Was it something I said?
This has been a fantastic writers' blog, and it was one long before I ever came onboard. One thing I think has always set it apart is its almost total lack of a promotional focus. For all the writers, big and small, who have held a place on the Murderati roster over the years, few have shown more than a passing interest in salesmanship. The emphasis here has always seemed to be on telling great stories about the writing life, rather than hawking literary merchandise.
I'd be lying if I said holding up my end of the Murderati bargain every two weeks (plus again every eight weeks for Wildcard Tuesdays) has always been easy. It hasn't. I spent more than a few nervous Tuesday and Monday nights banging my head against the wall seeking to shake a post topic that didn't suck loose for the next morning. But overall, I had a blast, and I think I wrote a post or two I can be proud of.
In fact, I think that's how I'll leave you all: With a brief list of my favorite Murderati posts:
Thanks for the memories, people. And a special shout-out to Pari and J.T., who threw this party in the first place. You guys are the best.
Take it away, Dandy Don.