Friday, March 01, 2002
Last night, we took Pandora Station offline. Jennifer did the deed at about 9:34 p.m. EST. But like Skylab and Mir, the Station had outlived its usefulness and was woefully out of date. Poppy and I each have our own sites now, so there wasn't much point in trying to keep the place up, so to speak. But it was weird and sad. How can anyone, especially an admitted Luddite like myself, mourn the passing of a website?
Jennifer and I built Pandora Station in 1995, back when most people still had not heard of the web. We worked on it nights at the Mac lab at UGA and it went online that October. I recall a lot of writers telling me what a big waste of time it was, that it was self-indulgent, that it was a fad (I'm espcially fond of that last one). My response was that I viewed Pandora Station as a sort of virtual PR agent, working for me 24-7-365, and doing it for next to nothing. I couldn't begin to count the readers who've told me that they first encountered my work on Pandora Station. It floated out there for more than six years. It will be missed.
Short story deadlines are suddenly piling up around me like bodies in need of burial. There's the Sherlock Holmes story I still haven't started, a couple of pieces for a webzine, and one for an anthology of stories about absinthe. That's all I can take on for a while and I shouldn't have taken on that much, since I have Low Red Moon on my hands, not to mention various projects in-press and my paleo' work. Workaholics should get special tax breaks.
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