The time has come to say goodbye.
It has been over six years since I started this blog. It has been a fun ride, blogging about Mexico City, Tennessee, travel in general, various top ten lists, and life’s strange journey. Posts have run the gamut, from Kilimanjaro climbing adventures to “Where am I?” guessing games to humorous musings on our last presidential election to emotional tell-alls in the weeks leading up to my mom’s passing in 2016.
But the all-things-Scott experience that is GringoPotpourri has run its course, and it seems that I have no more stories to tell. Okay, so that’s not entirely accurate. I have a million stories to tell, but this blog no longer provides the format that I need to tell my stories the way they need to be told.
I am not living up to my full potential.
Since college, when I majored in communication and minored, at first in theatre and later in writing, I haven’t quite been able to get my financial and career shit together. For a while, I fared well in advertising, media research, call center management, and teaching English as a second language. Those promising mini-careers were punctuated with brief stints “moonlighting” in retail, as a burger flipper, a gas station attendant, a Blockbuster Video clerk (remember Blockbuster?!) and, most memorably, as a sign waver.
My dream, for as long as I can remember, has been to be a writer. Hundreds of blog posts on this site have given me the chance to hone my skills, and I would generally say that my writing today is better than it was six years ago. But there is no money to be made on this site. I entered the travel-and-lifestyle blogosphere too late in the game, when the market was saturated by writers with better – or at least more commercial – content.
I enjoy writing about the Top Ten Mexico City Museums, about a typical day riding the city’s metro, and about day trips from CDMX to places like Tepotzotlán. Similarly, I’ve had a joyful trip down memory lane whilst revisiting such places as downtown Nashville, French château country, and – most recently – spiritual Varanasi via my blog’s monthly photo locale features. (I will, by the way, close out the year with a December, 2018 photo locale feature; I’m still thinking of the perfect destination.)
But damn it, I want to write something substantial, something that people will remember me for. A travel guide or world wonders photo book would be nice, but I’m thinking bigger. A screenplay or two, maybe? The great American novel, possibly? Or for starters, perhaps, an autobiography about my 43 strange and sad and wonderful trips around the sun?
Yes, let’s start there.
The material is there. I can picture the chapters now. In no particular order:
- She Who Shall Not Be Named (with apologies to J.K. Rowling, please don’t sue!)
- The One That Got Away (marvel at how Scott walks away from the best thing that may have ever happened to him)
- “I Can Help You with That!” (adventures in the call center trade)
- The Great Tennessee Meth-pocalypse (a fish-out-of-water tale of general numbfuckery below the Mason-Dixon Line)
- Is It Safe to Drink the Water? (recollections of my more obscure globetrotting)
- About Those Christmas Pictures, Anyway! (defending some of my more self-deprecating social media exploits)
I smell a best seller! I started working on the book a few weeks ago, at the urging of a favorite cuzzin (“cousin” in Scott-speak). The words poured out of me like denials at a Trump treason hearing. Sweet, sweet therapy. I had put down six single-spaced pages in a matter of minutes…and I knew that this was going to be a long book. Maybe not “War and Peace”-long, but “Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban”-long.
But something has to give. I can’t write, work full-time, maintain a blog, Twitter feed, and Facebook account at the same time. So, at the end of 2018, I will be suspending my Facebook account and ceasing further content production on GringoPotpourri.com.
Is this really goodbye? Of course not. I may, from time-to-time, drop a few lines courtesy of my blog. As mentioned earlier, I will close the month out with a final entry in my photo locale of the month series, and I might wax nostalgic with one last post about memorable holiday season travels of the past. Additionally, I wouldn’t be surprised to find myself publishing another Oscar predictions post; while some readers call it filler, it is a fun annual ritual for me, and seeing as I correctly guessed all eight major category winners, I probably owe it to myself, if no one else, to try and go for a repeat. As for Facebook, Molly the Dog still has an account of her own, and her status updates are usually funnier than mine, anyway. (I still wonder who the hell it was that taught her how to type in the first place.)
All in all, though, I need to kick myself in the ass and start producing content on which I can make a decent living, lest I work myself into an early grave with no long-lasting content to my name beyond this blog, which will disappear – or at least be un-editable – once I stop paying WordPress to host it.
What else can I say, really? The answer is “a lot,” but I need a better forum in which to do so. I will be 44 next spring, and I cannot – will not – let myself reach 45 without something hard-bound and copy-written in my name to show for all of those aforementioned trips around the sun.
Wish me luck. And thank you, Loyal Reader, for reading, sharing, liking, and commenting these past six years.