100 Weeks Final Entry

The gnomes have left. It's my fault though, because I sent them away.

Yes, I never completed 100 weeks of beer/cider. My emotions slumber on this. No pains of regret lance at me nor will I lose any sleep over its incomplete status. Other factors bother me more.

No, I didn't stop enjoying beer or cider. I have my own personal approach to alcohol which, apparently, runs contrary to the typical. I suppose never having explained that makes my indifference seem hollow. I do eventually plan to write it up, but putting one's personal philosophy out in the open is to place it naked before wolves. I'll hesitate a little longer.

Here are my reasons for stopping the 100 weeks of beer/cider:

I) A poor outlet for imagination. I became disillusioned with the need for a blog of this variety. I write six word shorts on Twitter and Facebook, submit -occasionally- flash fiction for publication, and in between school and work, I hammer away at my longer, not-likely-to-ever-be-completed tales. This blog was supposed to be engineered by fairies. Each one plucking and posting the best glimpses from an idle imagination's fantasy fragments. Instead, the greedy little gnomes took over.

The fairies need to reclaim their territory, but they are fickle.

II) Not feeling the need. When I want to know about a beer, I find out what my friends have thought about it, especially if they have similar taste. If they haven't had it, then I check Untappd, Beeradvocate, or Ratebeer.com for what the general populace thinks. I don't check some random blog that has only a couple dozen reviews(like mine!), and sorry Youtubers, I don't watch someone else enjoy the beer. In short, even I don't look at blogs for this kind of information. I'm a big hypocrite for writing this stuff because I rely on the Internet's data focal points for relevant beer information.

With regards to the fantasy genre though, the unique realms of each person's other worlds don't exist in the general. They exist, by default, as outliers.

III) It lacked a personal touch. I thought of turning this more locally minded. I could focus on reviewing local events, bringing my lens onto nearby breweries, and/or talking about what my little beer circle tried each week. However, I just couldn't get fired up about being a little reporter nor could I muster the brashness necessary to flaunt.

Instead, I simply stopped. Well, also, school made me very busy. Anyway...

What's next? Not sure, but I think while the goblins are away, the faeries will play. They've recently discovered fractals and keep trying to merge them with crystal snowflakes. I'll encourage them the best I can, but for now, they are still experimenting.