It's been about a year and a half since I started work on The Scale. When I started this blog, I subtitled it "a blog about the things I always thought were silly to have a blog about." Now, after 15+ personal essays, a collection of short stories which will be published here between now and February 2023, and a full-length play in production, I know that what I meant by that subtitle is I didn't believe I deserved to call myself a writer.
I thought it was silly for me to write about anything.
I don't think that anymore.
So, with that, some news. It's time for me to say goodbye to the work I do here on The Scale. This adventure lovingly gave me all I wanted when I embarked on it. I hoped I could play around and grow a little, and I've done those things. I hoped I could have an atmosphere to write for an audience alongside some longer form projects I was developing, and I cultivated that. I had hoped to become more daring with what I would share and say, and if The Scale isn't evidence that I've done that, The Smallest Sound, in the Smallest Space most certainly will be, and I would never have written that play without the confidence I built working on this blog.
I have every intention of continuing forward with my writing, but I've decided to shift my work over to a new Substack I'm calling The Bryce is Wrong. The entire archive of The Scale has already been moved to Substack. All of it will be available for any free subscribers (which includes, automatically, those of you who subscribe to The Scale now). After January 1, I plan to make the series Come scritto available only to paid subscribers. Any forthcoming serial work I will publish that way.