Nothing lasts forever; not even things that are labeled “infinite.”



Last week, I submitted my final monthly piece for an e-zine called The Infinite Writer.” I did not know it at the time of submission, but a few days later, received an email from its publisher informing me that she was shutting down operations after the November issue.


The publication was geared for writers—noted, obscure and would-be scribes alike—and enjoyed close to a five-year run. The site was a labor of love for its main editor, a senior woman from Florida who devotedly put out issue after issue despite (health) issues of her own.


Dahris, the editor,  and I have never met, except for one or two phone conversations when I was hired as the staff satirist or something to that effect. We have shared many warm emails, pictures and well-wishes over the four-plus years I have written for her, and I hope these exchanges will continue even though the publication had a finite run.


I have enjoyed writing the great majority of my 50 columns which started in August, 2007; I have even more than tolerated reading most of them.  Although I had written a strange brew of poetry, plays, would-be screenplays, song parodies and a couple small books prior to this gig, I had never written humor columns of this length before. I discovered that it was a format made-to-order “for Matt.”


My TOTG columns started out as highly satiric (if not sarcastic) but evolved somewhat through the four-or-so years. While I tried to retain an out-of-the-box irreverent spirit, I soon found myself writing more and more about my own life—a tough jump to make for an essentially private person.


Some of the pieces—especially those relating to my first forays into fatherhood and a couple that paid tribute to my Dad (who passed this February)—brought out more of a sentimental side to my writing. My sense of humor was still present, but I did give written voice to feelings and emotions that I hadn’t explored before for the world (even if only .00000013 of the world’s literate population may have read them) to see.


The relationship with The Infinite Writer spawned a book, entitled All That Twitters is not Goldberg: Truthful Humor from a Vindicated Columnist. Yes, I do short pieces and long titles. The book was unplanned, but I felt that the 35 or so columns to that point told an interesting story. I revised the columns only slightly, adding updates here and there.


The columns also helped me finally put out a website of the same name, and I’m not sure what else is in the works. I’ll be grateful if you stay tuned, as I think that these efforts will be mutually rewarding.


A writer needs to be writing, and the monthly deadlines helped make me a better, more seasoned writer and thinker who loves to inspire laughs, smiles and just enough wisdom. That will not change, even if I no longer have this particular destination or deadline to meet.


With thanks to Dahris, please see the next paragraph for the link to my final Tip of the Goldberg column. I hope that you find it to be humorous, resonant and just a little bit wise.  I also hope that you will continue (or start?) to read, enjoy and recommend my works, which will continue—if not infinitely.


Within the diversity of my columns, I don’t know if there is a typical, but—for better or for worse—this was a good one to cap my run with The Infinite Writer.


Odd infinitum, I know.


As always, thank you for reading. Please check out my other books, blogs and speaking information.









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