If, understandably, you’re still accessing my blog via the old host at kanearts.net, please do me a solid and update any links, bookmarks, or notes-written-in-bloodstains-across-your-walls with the new URL, alexkanefiction.com.
In a few months, I’ll likely delete the kanearts.net (the one you’re reading now) website entirely. Meantime, the alexjkane.com umbrella domain will instead forward to alexkanefiction.com, and will remain long after kanearts.net is just a fond memory.
Seemingly without warning, I’ve done a lot of tinkering under the hood and migrated all the archived posts from this blog — kanearts.net — over to the new domain, along with piecing together a new, long-term design to reflect my evolving views on the craft of fiction, the art of storytelling, and the business of publishing.
There are a number of reasons for this: Yahoo! Web Hosting is no longer fulfilling my admittedly needy demands as an amateur webmaster; I’m dropping the “J.” from my byline, for a number of reasons that have been rolling around in my head for quite some time; and I’ve fallen prey to the notion of a post-genre, “New Pulp” era for tomorrow’s working fictioneer. No longer can I rightfully claim to be a science fiction writer, or fantasist, or horror writer; it’s becoming increasingly clear that most of my favorite writers — and, indeed, most of the great writers of the past century — belong not to a single genre, but rather form a genre unto themselves: King, Bradbury, Gaiman, Matheson, Sturgeon, Le Guin, Oates, Lake, Palahniuk, Gibson . . . you get the idea.
So, anyway. It’s been a good run. There’ll always be a special place in my heart for kanearts.net — but its usefulness has run its course, and a domain like alexkanefiction.com is just a lot more practical as a platform to reach readers, writers, and the world of fandom.