I’ve been writing a lot lately, and as I work to tweak and promote and refine everything that I’ve written I’ve been locked in this reality of the internet in its current state: that blogs are all but dead media.

I was going through my bookmarks the other day and it was almost depressing how many 404s or just deeply stale blogs are out there.

I, on the other hand, have been merrily writing away and posting huge amounts of content over on three very active niche sites.

Why keep at it? you may ask. And indeed, I asked the same question to myself, have asked it a thousand times in the past few years. And the conclusion I came to is that while it looks like I have a bunch of blogs, I really only have one. This one.

Ok, hear me out.

The other three sites are using blogging software, but none of them are really “blogs”… at least not in the common sense of the word. In fact, recent work I’ve done to add some new plugins and refine how people are able to read what I write there and overall why I write in them at all, places them in a broader category of something more along the lines of what I would call “living books” growing and changing and interconnecting and built around a bigger idea of exploring a topic.

That’s a far cry from the weblog online journal precursor to social media that ninety-nine percent of people have abandoned for short form video or rage tweeting or doomscrolling tiktoks.

In fact, with the addition of a couple new vibe-coded plugins I’ve turned my other not-blogs into more of a kind of robust publishing platform. I write. I build off what I wrote. I share. I tweak. I fine tune. I compile into anthologies. I keep going.

Blogging is probably pretty dead, and I’ll keep posting here as often as I feel I need to update the handful of people who still read this… if you even exist. But I’m going to steer hard into the idea of those other sites as living documents from now on.