So somewhat unexpectedly I terminated one of my writing projects.
It was something that I had been holding on to, mindlessly sort of cranking out in a way. It did not consume a great deal of time. And it did not really cost me a lot of energy to do.
But I did find that it had reached the end of its useful life.
How do I know this? I track such things in my head (if nowhere else) and found that, much like all my other projects of late, it was simply not having the impact it either once had or I was hoping that it would have. It had simply become a chore, something I had to do every week. And for dwindling returns.
Again, a project begun in great hope and expectations, ending with a certain form of silence.
The biggest thing that suggests to me that this was the right thing to do? Having done it, I find no grieving process going on. Just a quiet sort of relief.
I will catalog, of course - no created work should be thrown away. And I will finish my one outstanding project. And with those two simple acts, that part of my life will simply fall away into the Internet stream.