Nicolasix.com is dead.

If you knew her, you know it was what she wanted all along. I just didn't think I would be the one to do it. But really...when you think about it...who else?

Last night. Waiting for her in the heavy, black car at the end of the dead-end street. The broken window. The car-tool in my lap. She walked up to the passenger door. "Get in," I said.

"You," she said, leaning over. "Always you."

I hope you don't think less of me. I'm not a murderer. It's really not in my nature. But she asked so sweetly. "Please," she said, "It's all right to do it...It's all right." She was so cold. Cold in her crimson shoes.

Anyway, it's done. I'm keeping her up here, but I'm moving on to another. Because when things die, new things often arrive in their place. And so let me introduce you to notsolinear. You can call it whatever you want. Just don't call it a blog. It hates that. It's notsolinear because there won't be a specific theme. Or timeline. I want it to be taken outside of dates and times. It will weave in and out of different stories. Different characters. Different plots. Some of it will tie together and some of it will not, in a not-so-linear fashion.

If you're subscribed to the old RSS feed, you will still receive updates when I post here. But it might be a while, yet, until I do. I'm working on a few offline things. A novel. Some short stories. Old-fashioned, I know. But it has to be done. And I've made a promise to myself. Sadly, I'm prone to severe bouts of writer's block. But hopefully, in the not-so-distant future, I will have a complete first draft of the longer piece. I've got a working title now, so it's beginning to seem more real.

Anyway, when the full draft happens, I will resume the posts to this space. And I look forward to that. Because I'm getting itchy. I'm getting very, very itchy. The only exception to the no-post rule is if I have some writing-related news to share.

Until then, please stand by.

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