wednesday night

Until midnight, it’s still Wednesday and my day. For a long while, I have been debating how to write this post, fighting against post-holiday ennui and logistics, fighting for words. It’s super hard.

Toward the end of last summer I started feeling ambivalent about writing here. It coincided with a major upheaval on my end, and so I thought that it would pass as the hardship wore a groove into my life. The good parts of writing here are so good, and I mean seriously so good, that I counted the hard parts as growing pains and waited for my feelings to change. It didn’t happen. By the time fall was in full swing, I knew I had to change something, because I was starting to dread having a post “due” twice a week. I told myself that I would catch fire again during December for Reverb. That didn’t happen, either.

This is just my side of it, how it was for me. I just looked back on our backstory page and read the line where I said if it fails, it’ll fail gloriously. The thing is, I don’t think it failed. I think it is marvelous. But I need a break, and Heather agreed with me when I talked to her about it months ago. I have lots of lovely daydreams about what we might do here in the future, and if the stars align again, I would love to have you with us.

In the meantime, the domain will be redirected over the weekend to a new site where Heather and I will keep up with the photo Friday tradition for a while. You might experience some downtime if you try to view the site then, but eventually things should straighten themselves out. I will be starting a site of my own for more occasional writing when the mood takes me, but it won’t be as consistent as The Deep Old Desk has been. I’m okay with that, and I hope you are, too.

I want you to know that it has been a singular joy to get to know so many of you, and to be invited into your lives by means of this site. And as for Heather, I stand by a statement I made in this post last year:

It’s not the usual thing, to share a website. You can’t do it with just anyone. I could not have mixed up a better blog partner in a cauldron with Dumbledore at my side to give me tips. Heather zeroes in on the beauty and ephemeral moments of this life with a way that I want to read every day. Besides the great content and photography that will always give me the hand-on-my-heart gasps, she is great to work with. She is professional in the extreme, always wants the best for this site, and is always in good taste. I’m really lucky in this respect, and I know this site would not have found its footing without Heather.

What this site was, and will hopefully continue to be, is all possible because of Heather, her work, and the love I have for her that continued to drive me to write those two posts a week even when I would rather have scrubbed a hundred bathrooms. She is the brains behind #soupweek and the source of incredible strength, and the world would be a better place if we all viewed it the way she does. I wouldn’t trade a moment, Heather, not a single one.