That’s a long time to maintain a blog, especially in this fast-paced online ecosystem. Hell, I’ve been using Pussy Goes Grrr as a writing platform since I was a teenager. In the context of my life, it feels like the digital equivalent of those towering redwoods that grew from saplings over a span of millennia. Other apps and profiles may since have fallen by the wayside, but here I am, still typing on this likely antiquated website. It’s seen me through half a dozen distinct disillusionments, with writing or film or criticism; periods of dormancy and regret. After all that, I’m still struggling to hone my writing, and this is as good a place to hack away as any. At this rate, maybe I’ll find some creative satisfaction midway through the 2020s. In the meantime, well, I suppose I’ll keep on posting.
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Wow, weird to think we’ve kept this blog going for seven whole years now—ever since that fateful Earth Day during my sophomore year of college when we threw caution to the wind and registered its name on WordPress. Every year when I put up this anniversary post, it startles me to realize how much the blog has changed. The writing here is much less frequent, but much higher quality. I’d love to have it be more frequent, and I have a lot of ideas for what I’d like to write. In the meantime, here’s my most recent work elsewhere: a dispatch from the 2016 Ann Arbor Film Festival for MUBI Notebook and more capsule reviews on Letterboxd, one for every movie I’ve watched since March 1 this year. (Shortly after I unceremoniously dropped my tough-to-sustain “Viewing Diary” idea.)
As always, thank you to anyone who’s ever supported our work by reading it. Even if writing only pops up here once every few months, we still hope to keep this website going into 2017.
Way back in 2009, Ashley and I decided to start this blog. It gave us a shared outlet through which we could say whatever we wanted on the Internet. Initially, we just rambled for paragraphs about any subject at all; gradually, our output became more refined and organized. Sometimes the blog would go on hiatus for months, then become active, then go on hiatus again. We hosted blogathons and guest writers. Occasionally a post would garner some attention and kind words. Every so often the blog’s whole layout would be revamped.
Through it all, though, three constants have defined Pussy Goes Grrr: the two of us, the fact that we like to write, and the gratifying generosity of anyone willing to read what we have to say. So if you’ve ever read anything we’ve posted here, then we thank you from the bottom of hearts. Happy birthday to this website. Now let’s try to publish on it more regularly!
For the past few months, this blog has been dormant. The facts are that Ashley’s wrapping up four years of college and I’m working two jobs while sometimes writing short reviews on Letterboxd; neither of us really has the time or energy necessary to sustain Pussy Goes Grrr at the moment. But I do still want to post this to acknowledge that the blog’s still alive, has been around for a full half-decade, and that more will be written here… eventually.
We both have reams of ideas for pieces we’d like to write, which might someday become realities on this very blog. So thanks to anyone who’s still perusing our archives—there’s a lot of work we’re very proud of back there (as well as a lot where that’s not the case)—and here’s hoping that this blog will be alive and more frequently updated in another five years.
I can hardly believe this website has been around for four whole years. Admittedly, that number doesn’t mean too much in terms of online longevity, let alone the grand scheme of things. But four whole years translates to a lot of time, energy, and passion even with a small, no-profit project like this. Four years of insecurity, uncertainty, and gradual change. (Was that “change” actually improvement? I suppose that’s up to you!) Of course, every second has been worth it for me. Writing here has given me the privilege of being read; of throwing my ideas out into the ether, and sometimes receiving others’ ideas in return. And because attention is as good as money for anyone who writes online, I have boundless gratitude to everyone who’s ever read me—including you, reading this, right now!
But, well, I don’t exactly think it’ll incite controversy if I observe that writing online can be demoralizing. There are about as many movie blogs as there are stars in the sky, and it’s equally tough to distinguish between them. Bad writing is everywhere, while jobs for even the most reliable critics are becoming nearly nonexistent. I learned a long time ago that if I want to do this, it has to be a labor of love. So it is! Because one way or another, I have to write about movies. It’s a fundamental (if agonizing) step in my personal viewing process, not to mention my primary creative outlet. The least I can do is try to write more, and better. I’m going to keep tweaking my writing process, keep chasing after deeper wisdom about the movies I love, and… eh, I’ll probably fail a lot. But I might succeed a little, which is the best I tend to hope for out of my endeavors.
What do the next four years hold for Pussy Goes Grrr? (Will this site even exist in 2017? Will I?) Oh, I’ll probably babble on some more about movies while struggling with the very idea of regular scheduling. Maybe Ashley will pop up more often, and maybe we’ll invite in a guest or two to stay and chat. Louise Brooks and kitties will, of course, stick around. And, if we’re lucky, so will you. Thanks for reading.