The problem is that I don't. I haven't had fun with this thing in months. The problem is also that I don't know if anybody else does either. If it were the first time I felt this way, I'd stick it out for the VOTERS...err, readers! It is not the first time I've felt this way. If it were the tenth time, I might've just taken a break. It's closer to the hundredth. And last month's turn out was only 755 hits, half my best month and the worst since going public with this blog. I never intended or desired to be an internet celebrity, but those numbers are still disheartening.
I don't know precisely what the reasons were, possibly too much time being clever, or my hatred of Twitter, or the fact that I only troll your own blogs and make no attempt to actively expand readership, but I've clearly failed to engage you, my gentle readers. And if I fail to engage you, then I have failed you in general. It hardly matters what I say if no one's around to hear it. So class is canceled. Insufficient interest. Too few students. Interested parties are reccomended to transfer to Professor Epstein's class.
For those few of you who have been reading for a long time, know that I appreciate your interest and support. I'm also sorry that there were things I never got to do on this blog. I had plenty more to say about the book business, and media in general. Heck, maybe I'd even do a few more reviews. Bones of the Hills = Good. American Ceaser = Long. Cowboy Feng's Space Bar and Grille = Disorienting. You know, like that. I never got to expand The Fatman Weighs In into a regular segment, or tell any of my China and Japan stories. That might be a good thing, though since China is my very own "band camp."
Regardless, this is what it is: indefinite hiatus. More than likely, this blog will be abandoned forever. Until Blogger pulls it down due to disuse, my permanent, personal e-mail is off on the side there. If any of you, new readers or old ever have a question, want some feedback on a query or a writing sample, or just want to drop me a line, I'll be around. After all, I live to serve.

In my best Nixon voice: I am not a cookbook.
And so for now my friends, it's the end of this blog as we know it (but I feel fine).